Crying Omg I Love You Anon

it’s 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead they’re all dead

All he ever wanted ~ Jake Kiszka x Reader

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ Minors DNI!!!!!!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m rec), oral (f rec), unprotected sex, a little fluff, a little angst, light choking. Pleae let me know if I missed anything <3

A/n: Just some cute friends with benefits turned lovers with Jake. <3 (I posted this months ago and then deleted it so now Im reposting it!

Word Count: 2.6K

All he could do was stare. 

A shiver ran down his spine. 

Panic. 

He knew that if he did not do anything to stop her, this would be it. 

All of his limbs felt frozen as he watched her frantically pack up her stuff scattered around his usually peaceful bedroom. 

Do something! He thought, though his feet felt as if they had been nailed to the hardwood floor.

She turned towards him as if to give him a chance to undo what he had done. 

Her tear streaked face made her even more beautiful, and for the first time that night he truly realized the depth of the damage he had caused. 

Her sad eyes stared into his own tear filled ones. 

“I feel like I’m drowning, Jake. And you seem to just be fine, floating around treading in a sea of chaos,” she finally spoke in a whisper. Her energy was long gone, her throat sore from the screaming match that had taken place earlier in the evening. 

Gaining some strength he shook his head and stepped forward cautiously. 

“All I’ve ever wanted is to be with you.”

“You are everywhere all at once, but at the same time you’re never here,” she shook her head at him and stepped back, both of their stances faltering. 

Realization hit them both at the exact same time; maybe it was best if they went their separate ways. 

He immediately shook the idea out of his head, he did not want that. 

He began racking his brain for things he could possibly do to make her believe his words, because he knew that his words were nothing but empty promises to her. 

“Are you actually leaving me or do you just need some space?” He whispered, his voice smaller than she’d ever heard it. 

“I don't know,” she sighed. “You’re leaving, and for a long time. I know what I signed up for when we started this agreement. It was never meant to have feelings involved.”  

He grew frustrated, maybe even angry. 

He knew he had been the one to make it all come crashing down around them, their own little bubble bursting into a million pieces in a matter of seconds. 

How could she not see how deeply he felt for her? 

How could she not see the yearning for her in his eyes every time she got out of his bed in the early mornings, the moon shining strategically onto her form as she picked up her clothes, leaving him there alone, in a now cold bed. 

He allowed himself to reminisce for a short moment. 

-

Her long hair fell over her shoulders as her naked form moved above him. 

Both of them were close to a bursting euphoria that they only felt when being in each other's arms like this.

Jake watched intently at where their bodies were connected as she leaned forward towards him, her knees getting weaker the closer she got. 

Both of their moans filled the room as they came.

His whole body was trembling as the intense, blissful white pleasure took over him. 

He wasn't entirely present but he was sure he might have let out a long drawn out yell like moan. 

He had never in his life experienced such intense euphoria as he did in that moment. The pleasure so pure it made his head spin even as he was coming back down to the present again. Back to her.

Their eyes locked, and in both of their eyes were a thousand words neither of them dared to say out loud.

He didn't know what his soul was meant for or what it was made of, but in that moment with her, he knew that they were one in the same. Bound to be connected by not only sex but love. 

I will surely screw this up, he thought.

-

And screw up he did, though not in the way most might think. It had been his idea, after all, to not involve feelings, making it a strict friends with benefits relationship. 

And although she had agreed, he could still see the hurt in her eyes.

For months they ended most of their nights in one another's beds. Sometimes even in hotel rooms somewhere as he traveled and lived out his dreams with his brothers. 

But, it was him that uttered those words that were strictly off limits just mere hours ago.

She’d recoiled back from him as if he had physically struck her in the face.

All he ever wanted, all he ever needed, was her. But how do you make someone understand the depths of your love when you have simultaneously been the one to deprive them of that same love for months?

Never in his life had he felt so at a loss for words, now when he needed them the most. 

He wasn’t sure what he would do if she actually left, though he did know for sure that if she did go, a piece of him would leave with her. 

It was truly now or never, he had to get it right this time. 

Taking a step towards her once more, he waited to see if she moved back again. But when she didn't, he closed the rest of the distance between them and placed a gentle hand upon her still tear stained cheek. 

“Will you please just listen to me for a second?” He begged.

“If you decide that you still want to leave after then you can, I will never force you to do anything. But please just give me a few minutes.” Not only did his voice beg her but his soft, sad brown eyes that she knew she would not be able to say no to, did too.

When she didn't say anything he took that as a yes. 

“At first it was just sex for me, and I know I hurt you when I told you that I didn’t want more than that,” he explained and took a deep breath. 

He was about to attempt to put his love for her into words, say it to her face and he did not know if she would accept it or give him her love in return. But to him, in this moment he knew it had to be done. Even if it meant that she might potentially break his heart. 

“Words don't come easy to me so forgive me if I stumble and make a fool of myself.”

“I don't know when it shifted for me, maybe the feelings were there from the beginning and I was too stubborn to acknowledge them.”

“I love you. And not how I love my friends and family. I love you as in I want you around me at all times because you make even the gloomiest of days shine brighter. I love you as in whenever we are apart, it feels like a piece of me isn't there. And I know our moments together are short, but they don't have to be, not anymore. I want you in all aspects of life. I want you in the morning while you sleep in so I can slip away to make you breakfast for no particular reason other than because I love you. “

“I am not trying to get you to stay by saying all these things so we can keep having a sexual relationship only. I am saying it to make you see that I truly want you. All of you.”

By the time his eyes flicked up to hers, her eyes had filled up with new tears though he wasn't sure what kind of tears they were. 

“Everytime I kiss you, I hope you can taste all the words I want to say to you that I know I shouldn't. Ever since you stepped into my life everything has been better. I wake up and my first thought is how you are feeling and what you are up to. I know I have not been fair to you, but I promise you this; I will dedicate all of my remaining days into showing you just how much you mean to me. I love you,” he concluded as he swept away her tears. 

“I am scared,” she admitted quietly. 

“I am scared that if I give my heart to you, you might break it without meaning to.”

He smiled softly at her, “I have proven time and time again that I am unworthy of your love, and I know I stumble into situations that end up hurting you. But if you are willing, even in my darkest moments I will cradle your heart with such gentle hands that it will never break. Never at my hand and never by anyone else’s, for as long as I am alive.”

Before he could really comprehend what was happening her lips were on his. Her bags dropped to the floor with a loud thud. 

In their kiss there was no longer pain and sorrow but a newly found higher passion and love.

The need to be as close to each other as possible grew intensely as their frantic hands pushed and pulled at their clothes that now felt like one heavy barrier. 

He laid her down on the bed as he’d done so many times before, though this time with purpose and much gentler hands. 

“I love you too,” she whispered out as he poured his love out onto her in his kisses. 

He lifted his head to look at the girl under him, enamored by her soft spoken declaration of reciprocated love for him.

“I want all of you too, and I’m also sorry, for being so cruel to you earlier with my words and actions. I’m sorry for denying you as well and making you feel as if you were wrong for telling me how you feel when we said that we would be honest with each other from the beginning,” she said, stroking his cheek and the little patch of hair on his upper lip. 

He shook his head at her as he leaned down to kiss her lips quickly before he replied. 

“You don't have to say you're sorry.”

“Okay, but I am and I know we need to talk more about this, but right now all I want is you,” she spoke, to which he smiled and silently agreed.

Her hand came up to his chest and gently pushed him to lay beside her. 

As she crawled over him, she left kisses everywhere, and as she descended down to where he wanted her to be most, she whispered a final I love you to him.

She began kissing his length all the way down and up again as her right hand grabbed him at the base, and with a final kiss on the tip she opened her mouth and gently guided him onto her tongue, his cock laying heavy and throbbing with need for her on it. 

As she bobbed her head up and down he threw his head back panting, all the while letting out tiny whines. His hand reached down to hold onto her hair, he knew she was there but he needed to feel her so as to not lose himself completely.

As he felt himself growing close he gently pulled her off him, to which she whined and pouted.

“I don't want it to be over so soon, besides I have been dreaming about the way you taste for weeks,” he smiled up at her. 

He laid her back down onto the bed, kissing his way down to the place he never wanted to leave, and as he got the first taste he's had in weeks, his eyes rolled back and a low growl came out directly onto her clit. Her back arched off the bed as she let him take her in any way he wanted to. 

Her moans filled the room as he worked on her, switching between sucking her into his mouth and shaking his head vigorously. He knew though that the trick to get her there was to circle his tongue around her clit in fast tight circles. So that's exactly what he did until she was calling out his name and putting a trembling hand through his hair and if she had not stopped him right then he would have continued for the next several hours. 

When she came down from her high he captured her lips in an even more passionate kiss than before, if that was possible. 

“Please, please fuck me Jake,” she pleaded with him, though she did not have to beg nor try to convince him to do it. 

“Oh, I plan on it, Sweetheart,” he said grinning. 

She layed splayed out on the bed, hair wild and for a moment he allowed himself to admire her. Her big eyes were sparkling at him with a hint of lust in them. 

Snapping out of it he grabbed himself and looked up at her to see if she was ready, only to find her in a similar trance-like state, looking at him lost in her own head. 

His grin grew as he slapped the head of his cock down onto her sensitive clit to snap her out of it. 

She gasped lightly as a similar grin crept up on her face.

“Are we doing this or-'' she didn't get to finish her sentence before he pushed himself into her in one thrust. Both of their eyes rolled back into their heads. 

“God, I've missed you,” he panted out as he set a pace that was borderline brutal. 

“I lo-love you, I love your cock so much. Fuck…” she cried out, grabbing onto him by his shoulders. 

“I love you, s-so much too. Fuck, come here,” He moaned out as he pulled out of her flipping her over onto her stomach.

He laid his full body weight onto her and began thrusting deeply into her from behind, as his arms circled to hug her around her neck. 

He reveled in being this close to her, to feel this connected to her on a deeper level than they had ever shared before, because now they could. There was nothing holding them back from each other now.

He could feel her getting close as he panted and whined directly into her ear and flipped them both over so they were now both on their backs. 

As he drove into her so hard their skin grew red, he moved his left hand up to her neck lightly squeezing it, just how he knew she liked it and when his other hand reached down to circle her clit she cried out for him.

“I got you, Love. I got you. Let go for me, show me how much you love me and I’ll do the same. I'm so close, God! You feels so fucking good,” He exclamied as his moans grew louder, nearing his end. 

His hand tightened its grip on her throat and as he moved to an even faster pace than before she reached her high and as he felt her cum around him he reached his as well.

High pitched, whiney and long drawn out moans filled the space around them as they both experienced that same euphoria they only had being with one another. 

Jake loosened his grip around her throat as they both fell limp against each other. 

She moved to lay down beside him and as they both let out a content sigh the pair locked eyes, and in that moment they both knew that this is exactly where they both belonged. 

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The end <3

And if I say I second this

Dave and Danny just need to fuck already

Sanguine Osculum

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

Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader

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

You'd heard the stories, of course. Deep in the woods, a desolate manor stood. The family who once called it home, they said, had all fallen victim to some illness, leaving the once bustling estate empty and unkempt.

But those who decided to explore it always spoke of an energy that seemed to exist there, of a presence that resided within the worn-down walls. Believers suggest that the spirits of the four young brothers who had once lived there still wandered the halls, unable to accept that they're no longer alive. Others just say it's a creepy old manor, empty and alone. These claims ignited a fire of curiosity within you, and you were itching to explore the place yourself.

The family, it seemed, had originated from somewhere in Europe, their lineage a long line of nobility and prestige. They were revered, held in high regard, as if royalty. Upon arriving here, however, their once illustrious name faded into obscurity. They vanished from the public eye, retreating into the confines of their manor.

This only added to your intrigue, if you were being honest. What secrets lie waiting in that old manor? Was it really haunted?

You decided one afternoon that you were going to find out for yourself, which is how you ended up stood in front of the dilapidated manor, a large pack on your back and anticipation thrumming under your skin.

The manor, once a symbol of opulence and prosperity, now sat in a state of disrepair and loneliness. Time had not been kind to the large estate, with ivy creeping up the decaying walls, nature reclaiming what was once its own. The windows, many shattered, stared out into the world with hollow eyes, as if yearning for what it once was.

The doors were still functional, with a large, ornate knocker staring back at you. Just for the hell of it, you lifted the heavy iron knocker and let it hit the door once, the noise echoing through the halls.

Nothing seemed to jump out at you, no ghosts, no squatters, no animals, so you assumed the place really was empty. You pushed the heavy door open with your shoulder, grateful you had worn something you didn't mind getting messed up as a loose splinter tore a small rip in your sleeve.

While the outside of the manor was in a rather sad state, the inside was surprisingly intact. It was dusty, sure, and some things here and there seemed damaged, but most of the furniture and knicknacks still sat as if no time had passed.

The foyer, once a grand entrance hall, greeted you with faded elegance. The air hung heavy with the scent of neglect, mingling with the faint aroma of aged wood and mothballs. Rays of sunlight filtered through the cracked and dusty windows, casting a dappled light on the old wooden floors. The faded paintings on the walls, still intact beneath the layers of dust, spoke of a time when this place was alive with laughter and vibrant conversations.

You were glad you had decided to bring your camera with you, eager to get photos of this beautiful place. Even the kitchen was elegant; black and white stone floor, white brick walls, and dark stained wood throughout the room spoke of the wealth of the family who once lived here. You wondered what kind of meals they enjoyed that were prepared here.

Your feet carried you to what seemed to be a ballroom of sorts. A large grand piano sat in a corner, intricate carvings decorating its glossy exterior. You were surprised by the lack of dust on it, as if someone took care of it.

The room itself was vast, adorned with chandeliers that hung precariously from the ceiling, their crystal droplets dulled and tarnished. The walls, once adorned with opulent tapestries and intricate artwork, now displayed faded remnants of their former glory. Gossamer curtains, moth-eaten and tattered, danced with the breeze that seeped through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows on the worn parquet floor.

As you reached the old piano, you felt a shiver up your spine. It felt like there were eyes on you, silently watching from some darkened corner. Looking around the sprawling ballroom revealed nothing, not even a mouse scuttling across the floor. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you couldn't shake that feeling.

And maybe you were just overly superstitious, but you didn't want to risk having a ghost angry at you for touching their stuff without asking.

"I-" You spoke up, stuttering at the way your voice echoed throughout the empty room, "I hope you don't mind if I play your piano. I won't break it, I promise."

And suddenly, you felt the tension in the room disappear, as if whoever was watching you was giving you permission.

You gently sat on the wooden bench, letting your fingers drift to the keys. Playing it, you were surprised to find it was still mostly in-key. You didn't know how to play much on the piano, just some simple melodies, but you enjoyed playing it, nonetheless. To be able to play a piece of history was so exciting to you.

You still felt watched as you played, but the gaze felt more curious now. Once you finished playing, you stood from the piano and glanced around the large room.

"Thanks for letting me play. I'll leave you be now," You say again to the seemingly empty room before heading back to the front room.

The sweeping staircase, its banister worn but still sturdy, beckoned you to explore the upper floors. Each step you took echoed through the empty space, reminding you of the tragedy that took place here. You couldn't help but wonder about the lives that once ascended these steps, the footsteps that once filled the hollow emptiness.

Rooms branched off from the main staircase, some to the left and some to the right. The right seemed to be bedrooms, which you left for later. The first room you came across was a library.

As you stepped into the dimly lit space, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before you. The room was lined from floor to ceiling with towering bookshelves, their wooden frames weathered by time. The shelves were filled with rows upon rows of books, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories and hidden knowledge.

Sunlight filtered through the dust-laden windows, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon the countless volumes. Each ray seemed to breathe life into the forgotten tales, giving them a chance to whisper their secrets once more. You could almost imagine the whispers of the authors, their words suspended in the air, waiting for someone to pick them up.

You ran your fingers along the books as you made your way deeper into the room, marveling at the fragility of their spines and the delicate scent of aged parchment that filled the air. The room was silent, save for the faint rustling of pages as the wind tiptoed through the cracks in the windows.

As you reached the center of the library, your eyes were drawn to an ornate desk, tucked away in a corner. The desk stood proud, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and vines. You felt watched once more, but this gaze was different. It was wary, but more gentle.

Speaking eased the tension last time, so you decided to do so again.

"Hello... I'm just here to look around. I won't take any of the books."

And again, the air felt calmer. You were certain there was a presence here, but it didn't seem angry or violent. Just... watchful. Careful of it's possessions.

You read some of the papers that sat on the desk. They seemed to be poems, or maybe songs, your eyes trailing along the faded ink. You didn't stay in the library very long, the dust making your throat tickle. You thanked the unseen presence again before moving on.

The room next door was a music room of some sort. Various instruments lay around the room, though two caught your interest: a beautiful violin and a very old guitar. At this point, you weren't surprised when you felt watched again, though this time, you felt a bit of annoyance seep into the room. You decided it would be best to leave the instruments alone; whatever was watching you seemed protective of them.

"I won't touch your things, I promise."

The tension cooled slightly, but you could still tell that you weren't wanted in here.

"Sorry if I'm intruding... I'll take my leave now."

You quickly exited the music room, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You decided to leave that room be for now; whatever was in there didn't want you in there with it.

The last room on the left side was a sitting room, bathed in the faint light of the slowly setting sun. As you stepped inside, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and lingering spirits.

An ornate bar, its polished surface covered by empty liquor bottles, commanded attention, taking up a large portion of the room. Crystal decanters, now empty and collecting dust, stood alongside tarnished glasses.

On the other end of the room, nestled beneath the glow of an antique chandelier, sat a cluster of chairs. Their faded upholstery now bore the marks of time, their frayed edges and worn cushions a result of the passage of years. A pool table, its green baize cloth marked with faint traces of chalk, stood nearby, its wooden frame showing signs of wear and tear.

You set your bag down and sank into one of the large chairs, the worn leather creaking softly beneath your weight. It was then that you felt it—an inexplicable shift in the atmosphere, as if the room had come alive with an unseen presence. The air crackled with a tangible energy, and a shiver danced its way down your spine.

The feeling of being watched returned, but this time, it was different. It was no longer a mere gaze, but a physical presence that settled in the room with you. You could almost feel the wamth of another person, almost feel the subtle disturbance of the air as they moved.

And then, in the periphery of your vision, you saw it. There was a flicker of movement, a shadow cast against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned your head, eyes narrowing in an attempt to make sense of the mysterious figure that now stood before you.

You could see dark curly hair and a white ruffled shirt, like the ones you'd see in those period dramas. Curious, dark eyes stared back at you as you stood on shaking legs, unsure of what you were looking at. The figure stepped closer, and you could finally see the rest of his features.

He was handsome, and reminded you of the old Greek statues you'd seen at the art museum once. There was something off about him, though, and his movements were too quiet for your liking.

It took a minute to find your voice, and it trembled once you did.

"H-Hello... I'm sorry for intruding..."

The young man looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow before finally speaking.

"You should leave. Your kind shouldn't be here. It's not safe."

His voice was low and rough, but there was a softer tone to the second half, as if he were genuinely concerned for you.

"U-um... okay..."

You glanced at the door, slowly walking to it and keeping your distance from the man.

"Can I ask if you're-"

"You really should take your leave. It's not wise to be here right now," he repeated.

You decided to take heed of his warning, slipping out of the room and back into the hallway. The air felt different than before, as if the manor itself was watching you. You quickly headed back down the staircase and out the front door, your heart thumping out of your chest.

Honestly you hadn't even realized it was so late, too enveloped in exploring. Reaching for your cell phone, you came back empty handed.

Shit. You left your bag upstairs.

You couldn't just leave it behind; you didn't have that kind of money. And your camera was in it too, and you definitely didn't want to lose that.

So, with a deep breath, you re-entered the manor. Climbing the stairs, you felt like you were making a mistake, but you continued on. You had to.

As you reached the landing, you could see the door leading to the sitting room standing ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound reverberating in your ears as you approached cautiously, one hesitant step at a time.

Pushing the door open, you entered the room once again, your eyes instantly drawn to the spot where you had left your bag. It lay there, innocently perched upon the worn chair, waiting patiently for your return.

With a sigh of relief, you hurriedly retrieved your bag, pulling it over your shoulders before turning around and running directly into the young man from before.

"Why are you still here?" He asked, worry in his tone.

"I- um, forgot my things..." You replied, shocked that he wasn't a ghost like you first though. His body was physical, clearly, as you had run into him. His skin was cooler than your own, but not wildly so.

"Leave now. Please," He gently pushed you out of the room, and his tone worried you.

In your rush to head down the stairs, however, you slipped. You felt the ground approaching your face, and closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact. But it never came. Instead, you felt gentle arms around you, and a new voice spoke quietly into your ear.

"Easy, Darling..."

You opened your eyes and looked up, your eyes meeting honey brown ones. This was a different young man, his short brown hair slicked back, showing off his soft features and slight stubble. He wore an off white ruffled shirt with a fancy jacket over it, his dainty features giving him a charming look overall.

"You should be more careful, Darling. You could've gotten hurt."

He had a boyish tone to his voice and didn't look like he was much different in age to yourself, though you could've been wrong. His hands were a bit clammy, but you ignored it as he helped you to the front door.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"It's quite alright, Darling," He cut you off, before smiling softly, "Now, I must ask you to head back home. You shouldn't linger around strange places so late..."

You swallowed and nodded, not missing the way he looked you up and down, his gaze landing back on your face.

"As lovely as it was to meet you and listen to you play, Darling, I must ask that you not return. It's simply for your own safety. Oh, and don't tell anyone you saw us. We don't like visitors..."

You nodded again. You certainly wouldn't be telling anyone about this. It's not like they'd believe you.

The young man smiled again, giving you a slight bow.

"Have a lovely night, Darling," He whispered, closing the door once more.

As you drove home that night, only one thought filled your head.

You had to go back to that place.

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The manor seemed just as empty as before when you decided to return, just days later. The overgrown ivy still twisted around the stone walls, casting eerie shadows in the fading light of dusk. The looming structure stood as a silent sentinel, guarding its secrets within. The heavy oak door beckoned you forward, its intricate carvings a stark contrast to the peeling paint and weathered facade. You wondered for a moment if you imagined the strange people who you had met the last time.

You were tempted to raise the heavy knocker once again, but you knew deep down that you would get no response. The manor still seemed abandoned, frozen in time, a relic of a bygone era. Yet, faintly, you could hear what sounded like music drifting through the air, carried on a haunting melody.

Intrigued and unable to resist the allure of the sound, you stepped into the manor once more. The music was drawing you deeper into its depths, the soft creaking of floorboards beneath your feet adding to the somber ambiance that surrounded you.

After a minute of wandering the lower halls, you finally reached the grand ballroom. The doors stood ajar, revealing a scene straight out of a dream— or perhaps out of a period drama.

In the corner of the room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a figure sat at the grand piano. His fingers danced across the keys with effortless grace, conjuring a haunting melody that seemed to reach the very core of your being.

Stepping closer, you recognized him as the young man from before, the one who caught you on the stairs. You couldn't see much of his face from where you stood, but managed to see that his eyes were closed and he seemed to move with the music. His brow would furrow and relax with the highs and lows of the melody, and his mouth hung slightly open, quiet mumbles spilling out unconsciously.

The scene before you was captivating, almost surreal in its beauty and mystery. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, adding an ethereal quality to the young man's performance. The melody he played seemed to echo through the vast ballroom, filling the space with a sense of melancholy and longing.

As you watched him, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his music. Each note was played with such emotion and skill, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys. It was as though the piano was an extension of his own body, each chord and harmony a reflection of himself.

His body swayed with the music, his movements fluid and graceful. You could sense the passion and dedication he poured into his playing, his entire being consumed by the haunting melody that filled the room. It was a performance unlike any other, and one you knew he expected no one to see.

As the music reached a crescendo, his eyes fluttered open, revealing depths of honey brown that seemed to hold a thousand thoughts at once. But then, he played a sour note, his body going stiff as he slowly turned to make eye contact with you.

"What are you doing here...?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion, "I thought I asked you not to come back."

He stood quickly, his movements as graceful as a dancer.

"I'm sorry... I just- I had to... I needed to make sure what I saw last time was real..." You tried to explain, stumbling over your words as he approached.

"As much as I'd love to keep your company, darling, you can't be here," He whispered, using that name again. The one that only made you want to stay here longer. He stopped a few feet away from you and stood so still you couldn't even see him breathe. It was as if he was afraid to come closer, or even breathe the same air as you.

"Why is it so dangerous to be here?" You asked, taking a step forward, "That's what the other boy said too, the one with the curly black hair."

The young man tilted his head to the side, "Curly black hair... you met Daniel?" His confusion turned to concern, "You didn't happen to meet anyone else, did you?"

You shook your head.

He reached out, as if to turn you towards the door, "Then you still have a chance to leave. I'd do so before either of them know you're snooping around here again-"

"Sam?"

Another man's voice echoed down from the top of the stairs, and the brown haired boy, Sam apparently, stiffened.

"Damnit..." He muttered, grabbing your arm and leading you to a closet, "Stay in here and do not make a sound. Just trust me."

With that, he pushed you in and shut the door, leaving you in the dark, dusty storage closet. You pressed your ear against the door, straining to catch any sound from outside.

The muffled voices of Sam and the newcomer drifted through the wooden barrier, "Sam? Who's down here with you?" This voice was lower and had a slight rasp to it compared to Sam's more boyish tone.

"There's no one here, Jake. It's just me."

The other man, Jake, seemed to be unsure of that answer, his footsteps coming every so slightly closer.

"I can smell that someone else was here, Sam. You know that no one can-"

"Jake, it's probably just from the person who was here the other day. They were messing with my piano, so it probably still has their scent," Sam explained, though you didn't understand what he meant. You didn't stink, did you? You sniffed yourself but could only smell the dust and mildew in the closet. It tickled your nose, and you did all you could to hold in the sneeze threatening to come out.

"Maybe... I just don't like it when people come snooping around. If any of them find out, they'll be here with pitchforks and torches by nightfall."

Unfortunately, you could only hold in the sneeze for so long.

"Achoo! ... shit..."

The sound echoed through the dark, dusty closet, interrupting the stillness that had enveloped the space. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized your cover had been blown. The muffled voices of Sam and Jake abruptly halted, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to last forever despite it only being a few moments.

The closet door was suddenly flung open as you locked eyes with who you assumed was Jake. His brown hair fell effortlessly to his shoulders, and there was an undeniable elegance about him, an air of regality that seemed to set him apart from the others. His outfit was different too; a red vest and jacket that showed off much of his chest and the necklaces that lay there, paired with red suit pants and white pointed dress shoes

But it was his eyes that captivated you the most. Like Sam's, they were a piercing amber-brown, but there was something about the way Jake looked at you that made you shiver. It was as if he was looking through you instead of at you. It was both unsettling and electrifying.

His lips curled into a snarl, revealing unusually sharp teeth that glinted in the sparse illumination, adding to his menacing demeanor. Without a word, he grabbed the front of your shirt, his grip firm and unyielding as he backed you against the wall.

With his face mere inches from yours, you could see every detail of his nearly perfect skin. His gaze bore into you, as if searching for answers you were not even sure you had. The intensity in his eyes was like a storm brewing, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you here?" His voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with anger. The weight of his question pressed down on you, demanding a response that you struggled to form.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of your own fearful breaths. In that moment, you felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cat, helpless and exposed.

The seconds stretched on, each heartbeat echoing in your ears like a drumbeat of impending danger. The dim light cast shadows across Jake's face, accentuating the sharp angles and the intensity of his gaze. It was as if time itself had slowed down, trapping you in this moment of uncertainty and fear.

But just as you thought you might crumble under the weight of his scrutiny, Sam spoke up, placing a hand on Jake's arm, "Let them go, Jake. I promise they're not a threat to us."

Jake's grip on your shirt loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on you, "You know their kind and our kind aren't exactly friends, right, Sam? What's stopping them from ratting us out the second they leave?"

Ratting them out about what? For being weirdos living in some old manor in the woods?

"I- I won't say anything! I swear on my life!" You manage to blurt out, the words tumbling out of you in a desperate plea.

Sam butted in again, "Jake, please. It's the one chance we have to see what people are up to now. Please?" He sounded like a child begging their parent to let them keep a new pet.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake released his hold on you, stepping back with a wary look in his eyes, "Fine. But if you say one word to anyone, I'll gut you."

Jake turned on his heel and stormed off, his coat billowing behind him. His footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, fading into the distance like a distant thunderstorm. Alone with Sam now, you turned to face him, taking in the subtle downturn of his shoulders and the crease of worry etched into his brow.

"I apologize about him. He doesn't trust people very much anymore..." Sam's voice was apologetic and worried, "He'll eventually get over it. Just, ah, please don't tell anyone about us?"

You sighed in annoyance, still confused about all this, "Tell anyone what?? I still have no idea what or who you guys are!"

It was Sam's turn to seem confused.

"You... you don't? I assumed you had returned because you figured it out..." Sam trailed off, suddenly looking a bit embarrassed, his brows knitting together in a perplexed expression.

"Oh. Well... hmm..." Sam's voice trailed off, suddenly less sure sounding than before.

"Well?" you prompted.

Sam took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of whatever knowledge he carried. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I, um... my brothers and I... we're not human. Not anymore, at least..." Sam's voice wavered, the confession weighing down his every syllable.

You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but all you found was raw vulnerability.

"You're... not human?" The words felt foreign on your tongue, a question you'd never thought you'd say.

Sam nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, "We're something else now. Something different..." His features were drawn with worry, his eyes pleading for understanding, "I know this is a lot to take in, but please... we mean no harm. We're just trying to survive, to exist in a world that isn't made for us."

Not human.

The words echoed in your thoughts as questions fought for attention in your mind, demanding answers that seemed to slip through your grasp like water through a sieve. Not human. Then what was he?

You could touch them, so probably not ghosts; they weren't rotting in front of you, so not zombies, a voice in your mind reasoned, trying to make sense of the impossible truth standing before you.

You looked at Sam, truly looked at him, and actually took in his features. His smooth, perfect skin that accentuated the sharp angles of his face, his amber eyes that leaned a little more red than brown, and his too-sharp teeth, elongated and pointed, glistening slightly under the light filtering through the dusty windows.

Oh.

It all made sense.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place with a resounding click, and suddenly, the world around you seemed to shift. Sam stood before you, a creature of the night, a being that belonged to the shadows.

"You... You're a vampire??" You ask in a hushed tone, a part of you still not believing it.

Sam nodded slowly, his features softened by a hint of sadness, "Yes, I am. And so are my brothers. We... we never wanted this life, but it chose us nonetheless." His voice was a whisper, full of longing for a world long gone.

"Do you... feed on people?" You ask, stepping back.

"No! None of us do. We can stay satiated enough with the wildlife in the surrounding forest," Sam assured you, taking a step to keep the same distance between you both, "Trust me, I don't like it either. I didnt like eating animals even before becoming this. But I can assure you that none of us will hurt you."

You cast a glance to the doorway where Jake had just stormed off, "What about him?"

"Jake's just highly overprotective of us. Most people tend to run screaming when they discover they're standing in a house full of vampires."

You stayed still for a moment, considering your options. You could run away like others apparently had, and try to forget this place and it's otherworldly inhabitants. But there was something in Sam's demeanor, a certain earnestness in his voice, that made you want to stay.

"You promise none of you will hurt me?" You ask, watching as Sam's face perks up at your words.

"I promise. I swear on my eternal life," Sam grinned, placing a hand over his heart. His teeth glinted in the light, but strangely, you weren't scared of him.

"Alright then. I'll trust you... Sam, was it?" You say, relaxing slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself, did I? My name is Samuel Francis Kiszka, and it's a pleasure to meet you, darling," Sam bowed dramatically, peeking up at you after a moment with another grin, "But you may call me Sam."

You told Sam your own name, chuckling when he decided to keep referring to you as "darling" instead.

"Now, I'd love to give you the grand tour, if you'd like?"

You, of course, agreed.

As Sam led you through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, you couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the place. You followed Sam's tall figure, his movements graceful yet purposeful, as he showed you around the rooms you had only briefly passed through before.

The ballroom, with its ornate chandeliers and marble floors, stood as a reminder a bygone era. Sam spoke of the nights when music and laughter filled the room, when guests twirled in elegant gowns and tailored suits. His voice echoed in the vast space, recounting tales of extravagant parties and lavish gatherings that once graced the halls.

Next, he guided you to the kitchen, where the scent of spices and herbs still lingered in the air, even under all the dust. The massive hearth, now cold and dark, had once been the heart of the bustling room. Sam pointed out the intricately carved cabinets and shelves, explaining how the pantry used to aways be stocked with supplies from the nearby village, ensuring that those living in the manor at that time never went hungry.

Moving on, you entered the dining room, its long table still set with fine china and silverware. The high-backed chairs stood empty, a stark reminder of the absence of guests. Sam's voice softened as he described the family meals shared around the table, the laughter and arguments that had once filled the room now reduced to nothing but memories in his mind.

The last major room you were shown on the lower floor was the main sitting room. Though also covered in a layer of dust and it's windows cracked and curtains torn, it still seemed grand. The large couches were made of fine velvet and leather, clearly expensive in their time and still worth a hefty sum today. The large fireplace, all of its bricks imported from Europe according to Sam, used go heat nearly the whole house.

"Though, we don't really have a need to keep cool or warm anymore. In fact, we seem to run colder than ever before," Sam explained, "We can feel warmth but it doesn't do much, Sam continued, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. As he spoke, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes, a distant longing for sensations that he could no longer fully experience.

The warmth of a crackling fire, the gentle touch of sunlight on his skin – all of no use to him in the eternity of his existence. Maybe all the romance novels had made you forget how lonely the life of an immortal must be.

"But enough about me," Sam turned to head out of the sitting room, gesturing to the large staircase, "I think you should formally meet my brothers."

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CHAPTER 2:

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

HELLO THIS IS STUNNING

King Joshua, sun child 🌞

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Control and Denial

Happy late birthday to my lovely @fictional-duchess it's a day late and about 7k words over what I'd originally planned, but...ya know.

As this is a gift, I will be posting two versions - Viv's version and then a Y/N version for those who prefer that.

Now here's some subby rhythm section Groupie!AU smut for you finally. Enjoy!

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Words: 13.8k

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Reader; Danny Wagner x Reader; smidgeon of Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner (Viv's Version)

Warnings: Language, F. Dom/M. Sub, edging, begging, bondage, crying, gagging, slight spitting, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), threesome

Rated: Explicit

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It wasn’t often that you got so pissed off at the boys that you didn’t want them to touch you.

If they pissed you off, usually, they tried to make up for it with sweet words and thoughtful gifts, and if those didn’t work - sweet release beneath their tongue or fingers or…other body parts. But when they hit just the right nerve, sometimes, you thought about telling them to drop you off at the nearest airport and going back to what your life had been like before Greta.

They’d all been snippy with each other for days - too many shows, not enough time, and not enough space. It was bunks and then green rooms, communal spaces and then shared stages. Not to mention the frustration that came with four men, one you, and no way other than headphones to block out the sounds when it wasn’t their turn.

So yeah. High tensions.

But it all came to a head when Sam and Danny had gotten into it for some unknown reason - one minute they were existing peacefully, and the next, they were throwing insults like confetti, which turned to fists (which you’d told them to knock it off - but had they listened? No.) that spilled hot coffee all over your lap.

They’d been apologetic immediately, scurrying around frantically trying to find a towel and some cold water, but you locked them out of the green room bathroom after you hobbled to it, thankful that this one had a shower that you could cool your burning skin in. They were lucky it was coffee that was hot, but not hot hot, and your skin had turned red but hadn’t stayed the color.

Still - you were pissed. Which kinda sucked, seeing as you’d planned a nice night for Sam - it was his night and had, by some chance and some lucky stars for Sammy, fallen on a PR outing to some shmancy restaurant/club hotel thing with this big, fancy ballroom that they were set to have a photoshoot in the next morning before it was back on the bus. But it was a night not moving and you’d been looking forward to all the fun you were supposed to have.

But now you weren’t in the mood for that fun, and you made a point of it by staying firmly on Jake’s side - not making eye contact with either member of the rhythm section and even going as far as to walk away when you saw Danny coming towards you with a conciliatory drumstick (as if you didn’t have full access to them all the time).

“Darling,” Josh murmured in your ear, walking back to the cars from the venue - late enough that security had kept all fans away from the area, “I know it’s Sam’s night, but if you don’t want to sleep with him, you can always stay with me.”

You knew he wasn’t offering in hopes of getting laid (well, not primarily, rather) - he was just very much in-tune with how it felt to be pissed at the people in his band.

So you smiled and leaned your head into him in affection, and said, “Thanks, Joshy. But it’s fine. Just a small…change in plans, but I still have some ideas for the night.”

And you did. You would still have your fun.

Everyone piled onto the bus, one after another, and you planted yourself in the lounge on a padded bench right across from the couch that Sam was sat on. And then it wasn’t so much as catching his eye than it was meeting them - his gaze had been locked onto you all night, apologetic and curious.

With Jake and Josh flanking you and Danny on the other side of the bus near where they kept their records, you smiled and tapped Jake gently on the knee. He turned your way and raised a brow at your innocently mischievous expression, but said, “Whatcha need, sweetness?”

You laughed at the nickname - not quite fitting for what you had in mind, but would need the twins’ help with. With one last glance to a now very curious Sam, you put your lips at Jake’s ear, cupping your hand around it so that Sam couldn’t catch even a breath of what you said. “I have a plan, but I need you and Josh’s help.”

After you had relayed your plan, Jake snickered and rolled his eyes. “Fitting, I guess. And doable. Not easy, though - so you owe us,” he warned, and you winked.

“Name your price any day of the week, handsome,” you flirted before turning to Josh and asking of him the same service. He, like Jake, laughed at the plan and readily agreed, because no one in this band was going to turn down a plan like the one you’d come up with.

Sam was suspicious. “So what? You’re just gonna abandon me and shove secret plans in my face all night?” he complained light-heartedly. You knew he didn’t want to seem desperate, but his need to know everything and limitless curiosity was bothering him big time.

“Oh, Sammy,” you smiled sweetly, “I’m not gonna abandon you. I did say tonight was your night, didn’t I?”

And even though the words that came out of your mouth should have been a relief, you could see the suspicion deepen in Sam’s face. “I don’t trust that,” he said, and the twins sputtered.

“You shouldn’t,” they both grinned at the same time.

Once you got to the hotel, you left the boys to have a promotional/celebratory drink at the bar and headed to what would be you and Sam’s room for the night, making sure the man himself saw you slip away.

But you knew he wouldn’t get away with leaving early, considering that it was one measly drink and half-hour social before they could go to their rooms, so you knew you had at least that much time to prepare for the night.

You actually had time to spare - ending up on your phone when you heard the lock beep to alert you to a new person coming into the room. As Sam stepped in, the only light coming from the table lamp, you paid him no heed, instead letting him come to you.

And he did. He kicked his sandals off and immediately climbed onto the mattress, wide palms running up your thighs and grabbing at you, trying to get your attention. “Viv?” he tried. When you didn’t answer him and continued to stay glued to your phone, he upped his efforts. Dropping down to his stomach, he pried your legs apart, kissing your inner thighs through the thin fabric of the loose zip-up pants you’d donned. “Viv,” he cajoled, “I know you can hear me.”

“And?”

The shortness of your words must have startled him, because he tensed up and drew back, hesitantly gazing at your face. “Are you - are you still angry? Because if you are, I get it. Just, let me know and I can have Jake or Josh come get your stuff.”

You finally put your phone down. “What about Danny?”

That made his brows furrow, perhaps in confusion, perhaps in annoyance. “Well, I just thought - if you were still mad at me, then you’d still be mad at him, too.” And you shrugged agreeably.

“I guess,” you said simply before drawing yourself up to your knees, shuffling towards Sam until you were face to face. “I’m not going anywhere else. I wasn’t lying - it’s your night.” A hint of relief appeared in his expression - softened features and a release of the tightness around his lips. “But I’m not letting you off easy. Strip down to your boxers and get on that chair.”

When Sam realized what kind of night it was going to be, you were sure he was questioning what kind of a punishment your taking charge was, but you weren’t about to let him in on your little plan, so you just let him think his night was gonna be easy.

He did as he was told, lowering himself into the rolly chair that came with the room, and you went to stand in front of him, the tie from the hotel robe fisted in a hand you held behind your back. “Good boy,” you praised, and you saw Sam’s Adam’s apple bob from your place above his eyeline. “Now, put your hands underneath the armrest - just like that, there you go,” you said softly, padding to the other side of the chair. “I’m gonna tie you up now, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied breathily. “I’m ready.”

You worked silently, concentrating on the knots you had just been studying on your phone. You’d thought about tying his ankles together, too, but ultimately decided against it for ease of movement. Once Sam was good and tied to the chair, you slid your palms up his arms, gently tugging on the ends of his hair. He let his head fall back and met your eyes from upside down.

“Kinda feels like a Spiderman kiss,” he said with a grin.

You left him there, going back to the bed to get on your phone again. “Well, not if I don’t kiss you, it doesn’t.”

“Don’t tease me,” Sam whined, pulling against his binds. “That was mean.”

The glare you fixed him with was unimpressed and dry. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. You wanna know teasing?” You shook your head. “You’ll know it by the end of the night.”

“...You’re really gonna leave me tied up?”

“Yep,” you said casually. “We’re still waiting.”

The chair rattled as Sam pulled again, wheels scooting an inch. “We?” Sam asked distractedly. You really hoped you’d done the ties well enough he wouldn’t be able to undo them. “Waiting for what?”

There was a commotion out in the hallway, and a shock of anticipation and excitement shot through you. “That,” you said wolfishly, getting up and opening the door. Peeking out into the hallway, you laughed and covered your mouth as you watched Jake and Josh running down the carpet, pushing another rolly chair as fast as they could.

And in that rolly chair, a very angry, very confused, very shirtless Danny, cursing the twins to high heavens and making a racket not becoming of the fancy hotel.

“You fucking idiots! Let me go! You can’t just jump me in my own bedroom and not tell me why!” But then Danny caught sight of you, leaning with a smirk against Sam’s door, and his eyes narrowed as he began to connect the dots. “Was this what you guys were talking about to each other on the bus?”

“Yup,” Josh said, cheerfully meeting your eyes as they slowed in front of you. “Where do you want the goods?” he asked in a mock-whisper and with an exaggerated wink.

You laughed, gesturing into the room and stepped aside as Josh pushed Danny past, the latter giving you a stink eye. You were surprised that no one had poked their heads out of their rooms. Jake lingered outside the door with you.

“So I hear we’re going to be compensated for this act of service?” he cajoled, and you gave him a little kiss.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Did he give you a lot of trouble?”

There was another yell from the room and then Josh came out, hobbling as he rubbed his shin. “Fucker just kicked me in the shin,” he pouted.

Jake nodded to Josh’s ailment and then back to you. “If that gives you any idea, it was worse when he figured out we were tying him down. It took both of us, but we’re—”

“Small but mighty,” you giggled.

Josh poked you in the sides and said, “Watch who you’re calling small!”

Knowing you had two tied up men in the room, you were eager to get back in to start the night, so you patted the twins on the chest and turned. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I have some business to attend to. Thanks for all your help, guys.”

“We’re always down to rough and tumble,” Jake teased. “But remember we still need them, as annoying as they can be.”

“I heard that!” Sam’s voice carried out of the room and made his brothers laugh, but soon they were separated by the closed doors. You didn’t want to dally about anymore.

Approaching the two, both of whom had swiveled their chairs towards you, you wondered if not binding their feet was a mistake and clucked your tongue. “Well, look at what we have here,” you said, clearly gleeful at the situation. “Do you like my surprise?”

Both men gave you an unimpressed glare. “Sucky surprise,” Sam mumbled. “He was the one who got us in trouble in the first place.”

This, of course, did not sit well with Danny. “You’re such a baby,” he griped, and you felt like you were watching two kids in the principal’s office. It didn’t fit the mood you were going for at all.

So, you changed it.

“Sammy already knows that tonight is going to require some patience,” you cut in, raising your brows at each of them in turn. They quieted once you spoke, aware that your tone had changed from gleeful to something a little more interesting - something a little more attention-grabbing. “But will you figure it out on your own, Danny? I wouldn’t want the playing field to be uneven,” you pouted sarcastically.

Danny jerked in his chair and bit back a frown. He obviously wanted to do something about the ‘playing field’, and his inability to do so frustrated him. “Pretty girl,” he mused from his place, tied up on the chair and with a wicked glint in his eye, “you’re not going to keep me tied up.”

The way he stated it as fact instead of as a question really pushed your buttons. Him and his control issues. But honestly, it was probably for the better - after all, a strengthened resolve would come in handy when you started craving the men in front of you.

So you kissed him, a bit of a scratchy stubble littering parts of his cheeks, and pulled away as soon as he surged forward for more. “You’re not in charge right now, Danny.” You saw his jaw clench and he raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?”

It was a mind game at this point. And if Danny and Sam weren’t still a little pissed at each other, the two joining teasing, audible forces would likely have had you on your knees within minutes and no amount of resolve would have changed that. Sam and his (consensual) teasing sexual manipulation combined with Danny’s authority would be hard to resist.

But you weren’t gonna tell them that. If they figured it out on their own, you always had some material you were sure you could gag them with.

With a sharp pat on the face that gave you entirely too much satisfaction, you walked away. “Yeah. You or Sam. If we’re gonna put labels on it, then I’m the one in charge.”

You took your seat on the bed, and saw Sam determinedly still trying to untie your knot, but when he saw you looking at him, he grinned. “You think you can handle that, baby? You think you have what it takes to be in charge?” His smile turned wicked. “Because last time I checked, you were better at being a good girl doing what she was told.”

With a roll of your eyes, you flicked your jeans open, toying with your zipper in a way that drew both men's attention. “What a douchebag thing to say. Not to mention a little offensive,” you shot back with little conviction behind the offense. But there was. Conviction, you meant. Was that really what they thought? “And coming from you, Pillow Princess Sam, you should know I’m just as good at taking control as I am giving it up.”

Danny snorted at that, murmuring, “Pillow Princess…” under his breath, and Sam shot him a glare before turning toward you again, this time with a pretty expression on his face - hooded Bambi eyes and fluttering lashes and a demure smile.

“You’re right, baby. I’m so sorry - I shouldn’t underestimate you. Untie me and maybe we can show Danny just how fun being a pillow princess can be?”

And as tempting as that was, you were quite enjoying the power you had right now. “No,” you said, finally unzipping your pants and peeling them off your legs, letting your thighs spread in a deliberate show for the boys’ taking. “No, see, here's the thing. That coffee hurt this morning. I had to wear Jake’s sweats to a show I’d planned on looking hot for so that I could tease you,” you pointedly stared at Sam, “into fucking me real well tonight with a room and everything.”

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off your bare thighs, your panties sufficiently covering up anything important. “Baby, you looked hot anyways, and I can still fu–”

“Shut up,” you snapped sharply. Sam looked like he wanted to protest, but he met your eyes curiously and obediently shut his mouth. You knew he’d grow tired of following directions, but you’d deal with that later. Right now, you had some sort of sixth sense that the other man wouldn’t be quite so accommodating or receptive to your demands.

Sure enough, as soon as it was clear Sam wasn’t gonna finish his thought, Danny chimed in - testing his line. “Baby, don’t be rude. He was just offering to give you what you want - you’ve already been such a brat tonight with these ties and everything, do you really want to dig your grave any deeper?” Him and his words - you swore, perhaps coming on tour with them as their live-in groupie was not the move when it came to his power-complex in the bedroom. You were spoiling him, and perhaps it was time to stop. “Come over and untie me, and we can show Sam just how hard you like to be dicked down.”

You got up from your place on the bed and moved towards Danny, who obviously thought his authoritative tone and crude words had done the trick as you lowered yourself lightly onto his lap. He smiled at you, sickly sweet and sort of patronizing, but as he opened his mouth to say something, you took a page out of his book and slapped your hand over his mouth, perhaps harder than necessary, and watched in amusement as a shocked expression took over his face.

He really hadn’t seen this side of you, not with him. Sam chuckled at the change in Danny’s face, and Danny tried to shoot him another dirty look, but you made sure to keep his eyes on you. “No. Look at me. Look at me,” you demanded again when Danny still tried to turn his head. When he finally settled on your eyes, his hooded and dark with lust and bold impudence, you returned that too-sweet smile he’d given you. “You guys hurt me this morning. Not on purpose, but you did because you were each trying to be the big-man macho-dude and you kinda ruined my day.”

One of your hands snuck down to slip underneath your panties, and you let out an exaggerated sigh when your finger circled your clit. Sam swallowed audibly and tried to say, “Baby, we said we were sorr–”

But once again, you cut him off. “I told you to shut it, Samuel. Don’t make me gag you.” Your attention was tuned in again to Danny, who was trying to see below your hand that was still stuck to his lips. “So you’re gonna learn a little bit about listening and I’m gonna make my day better. I’m gonna make myself feel good since apparently, neither of you have the ability to do that for me today. Understand?”

Danny shook his head to displace your hand, and you let him, wondering what would come out of the defiant man’s mouth. “Sure you can do that?” he snarked. “I’ve got a perfectly good dick that you can ride, baby. We both know you feel empty with just your fingers.”

As you lifted yourself off Danny’s lap, you started to pull your panties teasingly down your legs. “I think I’ll be just fine,” you said dismissively, sarcastically. Deciding to let Danny figure out your game on his own, you moved back over to the bed, unashamedly spreading your legs so that the two men could see the way you teased yourself now that you were uncovered. You removed the rest of your clothing and drank in the way they both couldn’t tear themselves away from you.

Hello, ego boost.

You continued your self-pleasure, and while you were perhaps not as wet as you could be, it was enough that you could spread it from your entrance to your clit (and from there, you knew you’d get yourself to how wet you wanted to be). “If you guys had just stopped when I told you to stop,” you complained, sighing when you eased a singular finger into yourself, “then maybe it could have been your fingers.”

You worked your finger upwards inside of you and grinded onto the heel of your hand to get the friction that was just out of reach. The night was young, and you had your vibrator on hold near you on the mattress just in case you needed a little more umph.

“Just say the word, pretty girl,” Danny said roughly, “and we’ll help you.” Sam said nothing.

You ignored him, only adding another finger. The familiar feeling of your body under your fingers quickly lulled you into a state of fervor, wanting to get there, wanting that reward. Slitting your eyes just a little bit, you saw Sam chasing the air with his hips, his dick twitching in his pants. Danny had adopted a more stubborn façade, taking deep breaths and attempting to convince…well, you? Himself? You weren’t sure, but attempting to convince someone that he was cool, calm, and collected.

“Oh,” you sighed, bringing your fingers out of your body and trailing the wet digits up your body to toy with your nipples, “I suppose you might want to touch yourselves, don’t you?” You addressed both Sam and Danny, but only Sam nodded, a little bit desperate but still following your order to shut up.

Good boy.

Danny, however, scoffed rebelliously. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Viv.” Anger laced his words - more frustrated than anything, but it was a crack in his demeanor that he refused to show physically.

And so, because of his unwillingness to play along, you acted as if he wasn’t there and sashayed over to Sam, straddling him and cupping his face so that you could pull him into a filthy kiss, letting him push his tongue into your mouth and gently taking his bottom lip into between your teeth when he pulled back. Your wet core was pressed against his boxers, settled against his hard cock and rocking in a way that had little whines escaping Sam’s lips.

Fuck those noises were heavenly. The man’s feminine appeal was not lost on you, but to bring out this side of him - so needy and wanting and willing - was like bedroom crack.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Sammy,” you crooned, grinding down with a little more force as he pushed as hard as he could up into you. Uh-oh. Strike one. “I think you’ve earned a reward.” Sam’s lips parted and his tongue poked out to wet them, but he didn’t speak. You could tell he wanted to, though. “You can speak, but the first time you try to manipulate your way out of the ties,” you threatened, leaning in close to his ear so that Danny couldn’t hear, “I’ll gag you with my fucking panties. You know I will.”

Sam shook his head, his hair brushing against your face. “I won’t, I won’t - promise,” he breathed out as he rutted into you. Strike two. “Please - please, touch me?”

“So pretty,” you praised, both his begging and his flushed face. He let out a small moan when you got off of him to hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as he lifted his hips to help until his underwear lay tangled at his ankles.

When you spit in your hand and finally took a hold of him, he threw his head back with a relieved sigh, squirming at the sensations he could not contribute much to. Other than what you gave him, his cock remained out of his reach, and you were just waiting for him to buck his hips and chase his pleasure again. You gave him no reason to at first, pumping him wetly in a quick, firm grip just as you knew he liked.

But sure enough, a few strokes later, after you loosened your grip and stilled your hand on the tip of his dick to tease all the sensitive spots there, he tried to fuck up into your fist, following the missing friction. You immediately pulled away with a tsk, leaving him begging once more.

“No, no - wait, Viv, wait please please please I’m so fucking hard,” he rasped, tugging at his binds and clenching his stomach muscles. “You didn’t tell me I couldn’t move,” he tried to reason.

But you weren’t having it, instead scooting back so that his dick lay hard and untouched on his stomach, leaning to the side in the hollow of his hip, and with a half an inch of space between you and it. “You chose to learn the hard way,” you said with a huff of laughter at your pun (it was not reciprocated), “this morning when you showed me that you don’t listen to a word I say. Why would I tell you when you’re not gonna listen?”

It was patronizing - like you were talking to a Kindergartner. But your tone was lost on Sam as he was so suddenly deprived of his only form of stimulation. “Fuck, Viv, I’ll listen - just tell me what I need to do,” he requested with a promise. “I’ll do it - just - please touch me.”

“Make him beg a little more.”

The murmur of an answer didn’t come from you. It came from Danny.

Both of your heads snapped over to the man, who had quieted down when you’d turned your full attention to Sam. His gaze was unabashed - flicking from where your center sat so near to Sam’s cock to the both of you.

You painted an attractive picture, you were sure - skin against skin, desperation against resolve, all glazed, hooded eyes, flushed faces, and wandering hands (on your part, at least) - wrapped up in his best friend and his…well, you weren’t about to get into titles, but other friend.

“Shut up,” Sam told him, but the phrase sounded less hostile than intended when it came out a little breathy and gravelly from arousal. “This is my fucking night - you’re not even supposed to be here, so butt out, fuckface.”

Whether it was actually lingering aggression or just Sam biting out at Danny because he could, or out of frustration, you didn’t know, but the interaction intrigued you. You knew in the few times you’d taken them all in the same room, Danny tended to get mouthy with the other boys - trying to guide the scene in the direction that he wanted and keep that tight hold of control that he usually held with you - but you didn’t often take only two of them, or three (it was one or all, usually). This confidence that he had in trying to control the scene for the both of you even from his position - and even more, Sam pushing back and actually egging the conversation on - was a little new.

Danny cocked his head. “I fuck other people’s faces, not the other way around. And those were not very nice words, pillow princess.”

“Maybe if you got your dick out of your own ass you could enjoy someone else’s for once,” Sam snarked back, and it kinda felt like you had faded to the background in favor of their back and forth arguing. So much for the ego boost.

Danny scoffed, “Like I don’t get fucked over by you three enough day to day–”

You finally had enough of it. Stalking over to the bed, you grabbed your panties and turned around to the men, who were split between eye-fucking you and eye-rolling at each other. “The next one to speak gets fucking panty-gagged.”

There was no room for protest in your words, and Sam shut up reluctantly, but Danny, just as you expected, pushed his boundary, scoffing and opening his mouth as if to talk, but only letting out a huff of air at the end that was followed by a shit-eating grin.

“Cheeky,” you sneered mockingly. He shrugged, eyes still telling you just how much he was enjoying this, and how much it was actually turning him on. “Now, rules are rules. You’ll figure them out eventually.” Your words were evil - almost guaranteeing a very long night for both men as they figured out exactly what you expected. “But this is fun! Like a search and find puzzle. Or BINGO, but bedroom edition.”

You settled back onto the bed and drew your vibrator from underneath the other pillow, smirking in Danny’s direction. He was very much acquainted with the toy, but not on this side of the fence. “Neither of us like those kinds of games,” Danny said roughly, eyes tracking the silicone that was obviously taking him back to the last time it was used. “Can we see what’s behind door number 2?”

Turning the toy on, a low buzzing filled the room. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you sighed, turning the vibrations to your clit. “Fuck. I really wish this was one of you. But you just can’t seem to catch the drift.” Except, you were aware that Sam was trying his best, and had realized his mistake last time. So instead of enjoying your pleasure alone, and curious how it would affect Sam, you turned the vibrator off again, wandering back over to him. “Care to share?”

He hummed, catching a nipple in his mouth and dragging his tongue across it. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, babe.”

His answer lit a fire inside you. God, why didn’t you take the reins more often? “Good answer,” you breathed as you pressed the power button once again.

Sam yelped from underneath you, jumping at the initial sensation of the vibe that was nestled against your core, and subsequently, where Sam’s balls met his shaft. At first, you weren’t sure if he was trying to squirm away or push closer, but the choked sounds and ragged breathing led you to believe it may have been the latter.

“See what good boys get?” you asked breathlessly, face turned towards Danny’s with a relaxed expression of pleasure making your eyes flutter.

But Danny refused to relent. “Be a good girl, and I can give you so much more.”

You ignored him and turned back to where you and Sam were pressed against the same toy and whined right along with him as you stroked yourself, higher and higher until it hit your clit and his head, both of you rocking into the vibrations. Your sweat mingled together when you aligned your foreheads together, sharing the same air.

The ‘three strikes’ concept was pushed to the side for just a moment while you focused on your own pleasure instead of the game. Sam seemed caught up as well as he used his legs to move himself, and it wasn’t until you looked down to where you were so close but not quite touching and saw the pearls of precome that were building at the tip of his cock that you realized you were getting away from yourself.

Fuck, you couldn’t let him have too much fun. But it was becoming more and more appealing to throw away your previous grudge and indulge in Sam’s body, but dammit you had a point to prove.

“Sorry, Sammy,” you whispered, truly apologetic, as you pulled away.

But he caught you with his teeth - sinking them into the muscle above your collarbone, and you cried out, goosebumps erupting all over your body from that point of contact. The sudden bite shocked you out of the façade you’d donned for the evening and made you keen, high and loud. That was gonna leave a big mark. “Don’t leave me,” Sam begged softly, murmuring the plea into your skin while he soothed that which he had bitten with his tongue. “What did I do wrong this time? I didn’t speak, I didn’t…I tried not to move,” he ventured, even though you both knew very well that he hadn’t been trying all that hard. “I just - I - please, tell me what I did and I won’t do it again.”

You wished you’d gagged him, because those words of his would be your downfall.

Turning the vibrator off was a loss for both of you, but you managed to keep your noise of dissent in, while Sam let out a soft grunt that trailed into a more hopeful whine when you lined him up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against you with just enough pressure to start the slide in, but never completing it - instead running your wetness down his shaft and repeating the actions.

“Sweetheart, please. You’re so fucking close, and I know you want to. I know you want to sit down, take me in, make us both feel so good,” Sam urged gently, keeping his feet firmly on the ground. He was leaning into you, pressing wet kisses in between words. “We can work so well together, sweetie - all you gotta do is–”

You felt like crying with how much you wanted exactly what he was feeding you. And he sounded so sweet and genuine and fucking needy it took everything in you not to give in. “Sammy,” you whined, voice higher and attempting to match him on his level of desperation, “Sammy, please. I can’t, baby. Not right now. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just be a good boy for me.” And seeing as you were in the position of power here, you shouldn’t have been begging. But something about him made you want to break character and be gentle and soft, like he was fragile even though you knew he wasn’t.

Sam groaned in frustration, but nodded nonetheless. Just as you started to come back into your role, a small, tortured groan came from Danny’s direction, and you saw that he must have really liked something he saw, because his bottom lip was bitten raw, and he leered lasciviously at the two of you. And knowing his dominant tendencies behind closed doors, watching you both dissolve into begging each other simultaneously for relief in two ways that contradicted each other, all whines and whimpers and bittersweet anguish, was probably a dream come true for him.

“You think you’re doing something, ignoring me over here,” he said, having scooted towards the bed so that he could put his feet up in a clear sign of disrespect, “but all I’ve gotten is a free show and time to work out just how to get out of these ropes. What’s gonna happen when I do, hmm?”

You snapped out of whatever funk Sam had lured you into and abruptly got off his lap, swiping Danny’s legs off the bed. He was really pushing back - which was what you expected, but hadn’t really taken into account at the same time. He was a stubborn man when it came to bedroom activities, but you’d expected him to catch on and desire release more than his pride.

Obviously, you were wrong.

“You still won’t get shit,” you said sweetly, faces close as you wheeled him back away from the bed. “But I guess you’ll have the choice to stay and watch Sam and I fuck or leave with the knowledge that we could’ve had so much fun if you’d just stop being an ass.”

Stupidly, you realized your position too late - leaning so far in that all it took was one of Danny’s legs wrapping around you to lurch you forward, your hands slipping on the chair arms as you fell into him.

His lips were nestled right by ear as he held you to him unyieldingly, those stupid-attractive thick thighs clearly not just for show. “Who says I’m not already having fun? You and Sammy over there are the ones trying so damn hard not to break.” He raised his voice a little so that it carried over to the other man in the room. “He had you right where I would have wanted you had I been in his position, and yet he folded, so quickly when he was so close to getting what he wanted.”

He grinned as he finished, releasing you from his hold as Sam blinked himself out of his state of arousal to snap back, “Well, it’s not about me. Not that you’d understand that. And I’d rather my dick fall off my body if it wipes that stupid grin off your face.”

Apparently, that was exactly was Danny was shooting for, that irritation from his best friend, because if anything, his grin only got bigger, and he licked his lips, eyes flicking between the both of you. “See, you’re wrong, Sammy. As usual. How could I be thinking of myself when I know it’s what she wants? What she needs?” You’d had enough of him. Already annoyed at yourself for getting wet at his words and at that awful (-ly hot) arrogance, you searched for your fallen panties on the bed, balling them up in your fist as Danny continued. “Maybe she takes authority with you - we all know you need it - but I know that what she really wants–” he wouldn’t see the gag coming, too engrossed in riling Sam (and himself, and you) up, “--and that’s to be used and led around by her fucking cunt in the bedroom. She’s trying to fill a role she isn’t shaped for - and I am very unselfishly offering to break her like you can’t, like she wants to be brok–”

The rest of his filthy sentence was interrupted by a muffled yell when you took advantage of how he couldn’t seem to shut his mouth and shoved your panties between his lips. He tried to say something around the fabric, but it was nearly unintelligible and you didn’t care to find out what he was trying to say.

“Oh sorry,” you said, fake apology dripping saccharine from your words, “I can’t really understand you.” Sam laughed, and you almost rolled your eyes because what you’d said wasn’t that funny. His ego must have been suffering, though, and you were sure any opportunity he had to build it back up, he would take. You ignored him, still, opting instead to tsk at Danny, staring down at his tented pants. “That has to hurt by now,” you cooed, crouching down and spreading his thighs apart with your body. It was such a fucking rush, being in this position you so often found yourself in, but with the power dynamics switched. “It would be a shame if we just…left it alone.”

Danny’s hips twitched toward the finger you teasingly trailed up his knee, to his thigh, narrowing inward until you jumped across his covered cock. More muted statements from his mouth that you ignored completely until the sound of spitting and puffing came from its direction.

Oh absolutely the fuck not.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, you yanked his hair back with the other and pressed a knee roughly flush against his dick - like a threat. A high moan that you weren’t sure you’d ever heard come out of his mouth seeped through the fabric of your panties and to your ears, igniting a shiver that started in your fingers and ran through your body.

You liked that noise. You really liked it.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I manhandle you?” He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. You felt his yes in the way his dick was twitching against you. Saw it in the way his eyelids fluttered and struggled to stay open. Leaning in to break character and whisper, you said, “Remember, red if you don’t like something. Or stomp your foot three times.” Then you were right back in character, tightening your grip on his thick locks and grinding your thigh into him. “If you spit that gag out, I’m not kidding when I say you won’t lay a single fucking finger on me for the next year. Now, pretty boy,” you mocked, “I hope you’ve realized that I know what I want and I know what I need. And since you still want to be a mouthy little bitch, you can watch me fuck myself on Sammy’s cock and take our pretty little pillow princess apart.”

The moment would have been perfect if Sam hadn’t found his bratty streak again. “Thank god and thank you, Daniel, for your big mouth. Finally fucking useful for once.”

Filled with the fire and power you’d started with again, you whipped around, a lovely little croak of a noise sneaking out of Danny as the movement pressed your kneecap harder against Danny’s dick, putting him on edge.

“You shut up unless you want me to walk right the fuck out of here and leave you and Danny to stare at each other, tied-up and hard and helpless and pathetic and all by yourselves.” And what an interesting picture that painted for you. But you wouldn’t actually go through with the threat. Not tonight. Not while you were trembling a little bit still, yearning for touch and release as if you’d denied yourself for a month instead of a minute.

Sam bit his lip as if the idea wasn’t completely abhorrent to him, either. You’d always suspected he had a little masochistic streak. But still, it wasn’t what he wanted right now. “No. No, I’m sorry, Viv,” he gulped. “I don’t want that. I want you. I want to touch you and please you.” His eyes grew wide and moony, and he wet his pouty bottom lip. “I wanna be your good boy.”

You left Danny to his own devices again. All this back and forth had you feeling like a ping pong game, but one where the ball did whatever the fuck she wanted and the players were firmly under her thumb.

And despite his outburst against Danny, you were still stuck on how sweet he’d sounded, imploring you to stay and asking for whatever you were willing to give him.

He had been a good boy, especially compared to Danny. And the night had to move along, as much as you were enjoying this. So, locking eyes with him, you took his chin in your hands, directing his gaze upwards. “Yeah? You wanna be my good boy?”

He nodded fervently, growing hair bouncing into his face as he promised sincerely, “I’ll be the best boy you’ve ever had. I’ll be quiet, I won’t move - I can be your little fucktoy, Viv - I can, I can, promise.”

You groaned, the offer just too good. With him looking at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars, his dick hard and leaking against him, and your own arousal pumping through your veins - you had no qualms lining him up with you and sinking down as he murmured affirmation after affirmation in verses against your flushed skin, quieting when your hips came to rest flush against his.

“Mmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, starting a slow rock that turned it into a moan, “Jesus, Sammy. You make such a good toy for me, sweetheart, just like you promised.” He nodded, knowing he wasn’t allowed to speak, instead using his mouth for better endeavors - taking in his shaky breaths, sucking your nipples into his mouth so that they could slide against his tongue in the same rhythm you bounced on his dick. “Got me filled up just right, baby boy. Fuck…fuck. I take it back. I wanna hear those sweet, sweet words coming out of your mouth. Make me feel pretty, sweetheart?”

It was like you’d removed the stone to let the dam go, torrents of filthy praises spewing out of his mouth, flowing in trails between your breasts and climbing their way up your throat to fill your lungs.

“So good, Viv, so fucking good I wanna drown myself in you - god fucking damnit,” he growled, flinging his head back as you braced your thighs, tightened your core, and snapped your hips back and forth like there was an itch you could’t scratch unless you fucked yourself as fast as you could on him. “You use me so well, Viv, so good. And you’re so damn pretty, riding me like that. Your lips and hips and stomach and tits and…yeah,” he gasped, abs constricting so abruptly you felt it against you. He was trying so hard for you, the sweet thing. “Yeah, baby - you’re the prettiest thing that ever sat on my cock. That ever sat in the same fucking room as me. And I want to show you how good you are, how pretty, how much I love making you feel so good. Let me? Let me, please?”

“Fuck, you beg so pretty,” you gasped into Sam’s ear, listening to his little sounds and pleas. Every time you sat down, a sharp slap sounded into the room, and you could feel the way his legs tensed up and shifted in attempt to stop himself from fucking up into you. But he was a mess - you were certain he’d fuck up at least one more time before you were done.

A sound redirected your attention (which was quite a feat as you were rather attached to what you were currently doing) towards Danny, who looked so damn desperate you took pity on him and his muffled sounds and words. He had to be biting at the bit - or panties, more accurately - to do something.

“You want to spit those out, sweetie? Are you gonna stop mouthing off?” Danny nodded, eyes glazed over as he watched the live show in front of him. “You think you deserve it?” His throat bobbed as he met your eyes, silently asking for forgiveness with a tilt of his head forward, almost as if in deference. You hummed patronizingly. “I’m not convinced. But you know what? Maybe after a second opinion. Sammy?”

You suddenly stopped moving, keeping yourself still even as your approaching orgasm pleaded you to go the distance and finish you off. And if you had been close…well - Sammy, you were sure, had been closer.

“Darling, baby, sweetheart, no,” he wailed, realizing his mistake as soon as he pitched his hips up to bump you into action.

“Sammy baby, you leave me no choice when you don’t listen.” You pulled off of him, barely suppressing a whine yourself, and stumbled back on shaky legs to where he was tied up. “But you’ve been so sweet to me tonight, I’ll cut you some slack.” Your fingers trembled as you undid his ties from the back. “You can make me cum, your choice fingers or tongue, and we’ll re-evaluate after that. How does that sound? My pleasure in exchange for yours?”

He pulled you to the bed without another word, silencing himself with the slickness between your legs as soon as your back hit the mattress. You cried out; he knew exactly how to bring you to the peak, and took advantage of that fact. But you were naught to forget about Danny and his silent torment.

“Baby boy,” you keened, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair to bring him up on a gasp, lips glistening, tongue flicking out obscenely to lick you off his skin, “I still want your opinion. Has Danny been good enough? Should we let him talk to us? You know he won’t be quiet.” The disappointment in your tone was offset by the blatant need in Sam’s.

“I know I wouldn’t want to be quiet if I was in his position,” he admitted breathlessly. “I think he’s been good enough. And I…” He trailed off.

The strands between your fingers were silky, but damp with sweat and leftover stage product. You yanked, and he yelped pitifully, but you saw the way he ground himself into the mattress. “If I wanted to guess what you were saying, I’d have you speaking with your head still buried between my thighs. Now, what?”

There was a hesitation in his gaze that manifested in his mouth, fluttering open as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words lingering on his mind. “He’s been good enough, and I - and I don’t mind. When he talks to us.”

Heat flared across your body, your eyes cutting over to where Danny looked like he was trying desperately not to get the panties out of his mouth by any means necessary. “Spit ‘em out,” you finally permitted. Because after that little concession from Sam, how could you not?

It took a lot of sputtering, and some furious swiping at the material with his shoulder, but Danny finally got the material out of his mouth. You weren’t particularly concerned with his struggle, having guided Sam’s mouth back to you.

“Does she taste good?” Danny’s voice sounded dry, but you wouldn’t have known if it was from the gag or arousal unless the words came from his mouth. You’d still have to remember to get him some water soon.

Or you’d just give him a taste of what Sam was having. And there’d be enough wetness to go around, especially with the way Sam’s nose brushed your clit as he nodded enthusiastically, making sure he pulled out every trick in the book to bring you to completion. For someone who wasn’t the singer in the band, his tongue surely had talents of its own.

“Sweet boy, licking me out so well,” you choked out, grinding your hips against his face as you chased your pleasure. He’d definitely have to be rewarded for his efforts. With his lips playing with suction so well, but his teeth and tongue contributing to the electricity, building the energy in your body until it was like you were balancing on a live-wire, you finally retook control, leaning up on one hand while the other clutched harder at Sam’s hair to hold him in place as you used his face to take and take and take, Sam’s broken moans only adding to your pleasure. “Sammy!” you gasped, tumbling off your high and into his still-ravenous mouth.

“Keep going, Sammy. You said you wanted to make her feel good. Good boys keep their promises,” egged Danny from where he was.

It was about time you dealt with him.

Peeling Sam away from your bucking hips, you tugged him up the bed, tasting yourself on his tongue as you devastated him with a kiss and leaving him in a tizzy, hips rutting and tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Viv, I - was I good enough? Please, please tell me I was good enough, tell me I was your good boy, that I made you feel good. I need it. I need you.”

“Shh.” His cries upturned your plans. You had promised him, and you intended to let him collect. “Shh, baby. You were wonderful, you did so well and made me feel so fucking good.” He let out a relieved breath, tension dropping out of his shoulders. You’d have to trust that the two men would be okay with shared aftercare, because you were still intending them both to need it. Sammy seemed to be there already, willing to do whatever you asked of him, the poor boy. You’d have to re-evaluate Danny when you were done with Sam.

Sam held you close, hips twitching into the crease of your hip while you held him right back, wrapping your arms around him and comforting him as he deserved. “Sammy boy, my sweet, sweet, good boy. Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to ride you again? I promise I’ll let you cum this time.”

“Yes. Yes, please, please, please, please–” His mumbles disappeared in kisses, lacing your skin with heat and love and desperation so palpable in the way his fingertips rolled waves across your flesh and kept pulling you to him even when every inch of space had been taken. “If you’ll let me fuck you, I want to make you feel good again. Good boys keep their promises, right?”

Danny's words coming from between Sam’s lips was a lovely example of how well he could listen. Maybe you’d gotten through to him. “That’s right, love. But I want you to feel good.”

Sam was already gingerly taking himself in hand. “I know. I still want to fuck you, if that’s okay with you?”

You smiled and accepted him between your legs. “Yes, baby boy, it’s okay with me. Come fuck me now, sweetheart, and we can feel good together.”

“Thank you,” he whispered as he pushed into you, soft groan echoing in your ear and making your brain whir with new happy hormones. “Thank you so much, baby. You’re so good to us,” he praised as he began thrusting into you, pace already sloppy and uncoordinated.

Danny had wheeled himself over to where the action was taking place, and you saw him in your peripheral, watching as Sam worked himself into a frenzy. “So desperate, Sammy. But still remembering your manners. Viv’s got you under lock and key, doesn’t she?” His words spurred Sam on, but he was whining out his concurrence against your lips. “Does she own you, Sam?”

“Yeah,” he grated, concentrating on not losing himself. “Yeah, she owns me. Fucking - I - I wanna make you feel good,” he stated disjointedly, “but I can’t - I can’t –”

Wrapping your legs around him, you pulled him further into you. “You said I own you, right?” He nodded, panting and moving and chasing and stopping, “Then I own your cum, too, Sam. Now, I want it. Cum in me, baby boy, it’s what we both want. Give me what I want and you’ll be a good boy.”

He sobbed and couldn’t argue, couldn’t even begin to put up a fight. As soon as he had permission, he was gone - floating away on a cut string and limply letting his body control him for a few minutes as he came back with your soft words.

“Good boy. So good. Let me deal with Danny–” cue a long groan from said untouched man, “--and then I’ll come back to take real good care of you, okay?” His response was muffled in your breasts, where his face had come to rest. “What?”

“I said…can I watch?”

You laughed gently, hugging him for still being his silly, goofy self even after showing you that level of vulnerability. “Sam, he just watched you fall apart in my hands and talked to you while you did it. Of course you can watch. In fact,” you said, tapping Sam’s shoulder in an effort to get him to roll off of you, “it would only be fair if you participated a little bit, too.”

Danny had a wild look in his eye. Feral and desperate, you wanted to corner him until he surrendered, until he was the one begging for mercy. “I dunno, honey, looks like you fucked all the participation outta him.”

But Sam was quick to come back, saying, “Don’t be so sure, Daniel. And I would watch your fucking mouth if I were you.”

Danny was distracted by your lowering to your knees in front of him, swallowing hard but keeping up the game. “Why? Because - because you’d - um - because you’d do what, pillow princess?” he finally got out, breath quickening.

“It must be awfully hard keeping this attitude up,” you sighed. “But I’m getting tired of waiting for you to stop being a brat. I think it’s about time I make you.”

The threat was clear and dangerous in your voice, but seemingly hypocritical to how you tugged his pants down his legs. His groan of relief told an entire novel in itself. The rich, deep start giving away just how desperate he’d been to free his cock, and the small hiccup at the end telling you just how high his sweet sounds could go when he got what he wanted.

You were gonna make him fucking sing.

Engulfing him in your mouth, he cursed at the suddenness of stimulation, and you could only imagine the way his eyes would roll to the back of his head. You didn’t have to imagine the full-body shudder, though. You tasted that one through the drop of precome on your tongue and felt it all the way down to where his thighs shook underneath your palms.

Drawing off, and in much the same fashion as you had first done to Sam, you pumped him, hard and fast and intentional, in your hand as he squirmed and writhed under the sudden onslaught of intense pleasure. “Sam, you’re somewhat of an expert on this.”

Sam perked up from his spot still resting on the bed. “Yeah?”

“How many times should we edge our naughty Daniel tonight?”

A lick of his lips, and dark meeting of eyes between the two men - one daring the other to do something drastic and the other taking the challenge. So much tension, and then – “Let’s see…how many times did he run his big mouth?”

“Too many times to count,” you chuckled, “do you really want to be here all night?”

Sam pursed his lips. “True. Let’s settle on a good ‘ol lucky number five.”

With a quick agreement set and Danny protesting all the while, you set about round one, continuing the hard and fast jerk you had going, even locking eyes with Danny as you drooled down to where your handjob was bringing him close to the edge he’d been sitting on all night. “Let’s get there fast and furious, and then we can have our fun.”

Danny bucked into your fist with a moan, hissing, “Not our. Fucking…you. You and Sam. M’not having fun.”

Knowing that Danny was aware of the safeword, you laughed, playfully eying his erection. “Oh yeah? Huh. So you can’t control your mouth and you can’t control your cock. Not so dominant after all, are we, Danny?”

Sam’s long legs draped on either side of your shoulders, and you relaxed into the bed while you gave Danny a handjob as if it wasn’t affecting you at all. But you felt twin flames of heat running up and down your body, sizzling with the visual you had and consuming his sounds so that you didn’t miss any of his ‘I’m close’ tells.

“I don’t think it’ll matter that he can’t control his cock tonight, darling. You seem to have a good hand on that particular problem,” Sam said gleefully. You giggled at his play on words, but Danny, the sneaky bastard, took the opportunity to clench his abdomen and attempt to push himself into an orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” you clucked, immediately letting him go and watching him throb and curse. “You can’t just sneak an orgasm past me, Daniel you little brat.” Smirking evilly up at him, you said, “You’ve guaranteed I know every which way you cum with how you use me, usually. Looks like it’s coming back to bite ya in the ass, isn’t it?”

Danny huffed like a racehorse, swallowing so harshly his Adam’s apple hung suspended for a moment. He collected himself before answering you again. “There’s not a thing in this world that could make me regret having you take my cum so well, pretty girl.”

You wanted to break him. You’d seen the cracks, the fault lines in his façade, heard the shakiness in his voice, and you wanted to capitalize on that. It would be so sweet to watch him crumble. But he always caught himself before he fell, which was agonizing to you both, you were sure.

“Hmm. Well, that was only number one. We have a ways to go, and we’ll see if we can change that.” You tilted your head back to look up at Sam, who was still just watching from above you as you kneeled. “Hey, Sammy. Spit in my mouth?”

The request shocked both men, and you heard Danny’s sharp intake of breath cut through the silence like a hot knife that buried itself in your stomach - it set you up in flames. Because you knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Something about the possession and the filthiness and the depravity hit something in him that made his entire being vibrate.

So for you to throw it in his face, asking his best friend to do it right in front of him while he was helpless to do anything? Killer.

You gave Sam your best bedroom eyes, upside down and waiting for him with an open mouth, and relished in the way he gently braced his thumbs on the hinge of your jaw and guided your lips open just a little wider with the rest of his fingers on your chin. “Anything for you, Viv,” he murmured before gathering his spit behind puckered lips, leaning over you and aiming as well as he could before shooting it into your wide open embrace.

It was always strange to you, the feeling of someone else’s saliva in your mouth, but you tolerated it because it was hot, as well. And you had a very specific use for Sam’s spit in mind.

As Sam withdrew, you met Danny’s hungry gaze, mouth still hanging open obscenely, and kept it as you tipped your head forward and let it drip onto his cock, which twitched as soon as the saliva hit. “Fuck,” Danny uttered between clenched teeth.

You heard Sam groan behind you, and then his hair curtained your peripheral. “That was really fucking dirty of you, babe. Really, really fucking dirty.”

“I know,” you said cheerfully, thumbing at the sensitive ridge below Danny’s head. It didn’t bother you that your cheek was pressed against the seat of the chair as you focused your mouth on Danny’s balls. “I need you to tell me when you think he’s getting close,” you asked of Sam, as your vision would be rather compromised.

“Ok.”

There was a movie running through your mind, though, of you - on your knees, tongue and lips working to pleasure Danny - blissfully unaware of a silent war raging between the two men. Danny not wanted to beg, trying to get Sam to sympathize with him and perhaps pull an ‘oh no, I caught it too late’ and Sam taking delight in denying him.

You wouldn’t know, though, since all you could see was Danny’s cock and Danny’s balls and Danny’s thighs. Every time he tried to push into you, you bared your teeth to rest smooth on a place he did not want to feel them and eventually he settled to take what you gave.

There was a stubble beneath your tongue, and you were a little fearful that you’d get beard burn that wasn’t from a beard.

“He’s getting close, sweetheart.” Sam’s voice drifted in from above, and you wondered what it was like for him, seeing Danny like this just as you were for the first time, but unlike you, really looking at him and paying attention. “He’s trying not to let me know, but I know. I think it might be time to pull away.”

You throbbed at his words, so gentle and smooth for someone indirectly edging their best friend.

Danny’s cock disappeared once more into your mouth as you rose up, kissing the tip for fun, and then left him alone. But you were not. Left alone, that is. Sam took your chin in his hand and searched your face, letting his eyes linger curiously on your lips, and then dipped his head to capture them with his own. What seemed like a sweet kiss turned filthy as Sam licked into your mouth zealously, intentionally.

Both of you were panting when he pulled back. “Did you taste him?” you asked shakily.

‘Did you want to?’ was the real question.

You knew that’s why he’d been so hesitant, so curious - kissing you after someone else’s dick had just been in your mouth was a move not for those who suffered fragile masculinity. But it wasn’t just indifference you got from Sam. It was interest.

“I think so,” he revealed, almost inaudibly.

“What’d I taste like, on our pretty girl’s lips?” Danny must have been in hell, hating his situation but simultaneously getting off on it. But he still found his voice.

You stroked a finger down Sam’s face. “Yeah, baby boy. What’d we taste like?”

Sam took your lips once more, a small smirk on his when he left you. “Sweet and salty, darling. Now, that was only two, wasn’t it?”

You could tell they were both antsy, and decided to indulge them, pushing Sam back from you and mounting Danny in one smooth move, rubbing your clit with your fingers on top of him so that he could feel you moving against the skin of his cock. “Okay. We’ll make this one fast. Think you can handle it?” you asked, altering your grinding from against the stiff control of your fingers and to the bare skin of Danny’s cock. You stroked his tip up against your opening, teasing him with the slickness and pressure before just running his cock between your lips, making sure you had a thumb teasing at his slit to get him to the edge.

“Think you can handle me?”

Danny meant for his words to be a threat, but when it escaped, choked and pathetic, there wasn’t much threat to be heard.

When he started leaking profusely, straining up to try and get inside you when you lined yourself up, you took everything away again.

Danny’s face colored a deep red and his face screwed up in frustration. “Damnit, Viv! Just let me cum!”

You forgot how tall Sam was until he used his height to his advantage, so when it only took him three strides to get up from the bed to behind Danny’s chair, you could only blink sluggishly as Danny’s head snapped back, Sam (dressed in his shorts again) glowering over him, hand buried into his hair in one bold move, only a slight pause in his actions. “Don’t fucking talk to her like that, bitch.”

You knew Danny would have something to say about that, so you stepped into action, scraping your fingernails up the sensitive inner thighs, soft and just so overdue for a mark or two - making his legs contract in on his body with surprise.

“He’s right, you know. You just keep making things difficult. Wouldn’t it be so nice to give in for once? I’ll give you all the pleasure you’d want, baby,” you cooed. “But that’s three. We have to get to five since you’d been so bad. Sammy even had to step in, how embarrassing is that?”

“Now be quiet,” Sam whispered, keeping his hand at Danny’s scalp. You saw the bumps of his knuckles moving, though, and you thought that maybe he was a little sympathetic to Danny’s plight. “Let her take care of you.”

Lowering yourself onto his cock unexpectedly, you keened just as Danny did, and the unanticipated pleasure worked well in your favor, sanding down his rough edges to your liking grain by painstaking grain. “I just want to cum,” he moaned lowly, “I just want release.”

You rocked with him inside you, deep and snug and so right. It filled you up, like a helium balloon, and you felt so high and floaty, and yet you were grounded by your ambition. “I will, baby. I’ll take care of you. You just have to let me.”

It was a stretch to lean over him, with his head flung so achingly back and his neck forging a strong line from his jaw to the distracting arch of his throat, but you made it just so that you could kiss him. He was so weary, so desolate now. It wouldn’t be long until you reached his foundation and took a pickaxe to it.

You rode him gently, trying to work your hips to catch his cock in all the right ways, and kept your abs tight to bear down on him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Danny gasped, eyes pinched shut in the agonizing knowledge it would once again not come to fruition.

“Good boy, Danny,” you praised, stilling but keeping him nestled in your warmth, “good boy. I know you’re so desperate. I know you’re so frustrated. But that was a step in the right direction. So good.”

Any progress was progress in the end, and Danny keeping his hips from fucking up into you as you sat unmoving in his lap, telling you he was about to come just so that you could deny him - it was delicious. You wanted to eat it up until he had nothing left to offer. Wanted to beat him down until he looked up at you for mercy under your heel.

This man was so perfect for breaking.

“You’re catching on,” Sam commented, still holding Danny’s head to the top of the chair. He gazed down at him in a sated, happy sort of hope, like he was just waiting for Danny to join him where he existed so blissfully. “Just wait. That was four. After five, she’ll fuck you so good, Daniel, you’ll never want anything else like the way you want her to fuck you right now.” Sam pulled you in for a kiss over Danny’s head. “Isn’t that nice?”

“You want me to fuck you, Danny boy? Want me to fuck you so well?”

You and Sam waited on bated breath for his response, both hoping he wouldn’t snark something and ruin the moment. Fuck, you just wanted him to submit so that you could both finish out the night.

“I do. I want to fuck you, Viv, you know that.”

Sam exhaled, disappointment heavy on his breath. “Danny…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you rose up, then sat down hard - the bounce burning your thighs. The honey-sweet sob that ripped out of Danny’s throat broke like brittle, though, and Sam finally let his hair go so that he could drop his forehead to your shoulder, but he only used it to bite over where Sam’s teeth had sunk into you early, and you shouted out as his teeth reignited the tender skin. “Danny, fuck!”

He didn’t even attempt to soothe the skin, panting hotly against it instead. “Gonna have to let me come, soon,” he said drunkenly. “It’s gonna have to end at some point, Viv. Ride me harder, ride me faster. We can cum together.”

And the agony of his words as they struck your soul was that he was so damn sincere. He honestly had no clue that there was more, that he hadn’t quite made the cut. And as much as it hurt you, as much as it pained you to know that this stubborn, strung-out, so heartbreakingly oblivious fool would suffer more at your hand–

You would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to the breakdown.

“Yeah? You wanna cum together, sweet boy?” He shivered in your arms. “You wanna get us so filthy? Oh, you’re so fucking needy, baby,” you sang in his ear. “And you’re so fucking close, too. I can feel you, all hot and twitchy inside me. Let’s take our last little break. Do you want me to cockwarm while we calm down?”

“Yes, pretty girl, yes. You just sit there on my dick and let me rest. And then you can fuck yourself on me some more,” he agreed, relief saturating his voice, so achingly desperate.

Sam met your eye, brows furrowed. You knew what he was asking, what he was looking for.

Were you really going to give him what he wanted?

And the answer?

No.

You shifted your weight suddenly, wrapping yourself around Danny so that he was nearly being suffocated by your breasts (which you were sure wasn’t a complaint on his end), and rode him for all you were worth. The upped intensity was rough on both of your worn-out bodies, but you drove forth anyway.

“Gonna ride you until you cum all up in me, baby,” you whispered in his ear, grateful for Sam’s hold on the chair that kept you from painting the room in wheel-marks, “just like we agreed, yeah? Just like I said?”

“Yes - yes! I’m so close, Viv, you have no idea - I - I - just a little bit more,” he squeezed out.

“Can you beg me, baby? Beg me to let you cum? It would be so sweet of you,” you cajoled. But he refused, making little noises instead to offset your request. And that just wouldn’t work. “Did you hear me, Danny?” Your tone was sharper, and You knew Sam had caught on when his fingertips gripped the seat a little tighter. “I said, beg me to let you cum.”

It was no longer a request, it was a demand. To have spent so much time lulling him into that comfort zone, letting him think that he still had some semblance of control, made it so much sweeter ripping that rug from underneath his feet.

“Daniel, beg,” Sam whispered, like a true friend who didn’t want his buddy getting in any more trouble than he already was. “She’s not asking. Just do it, Danny. Just beg for her. For us.”

But still, nothing.

“You’re going to beg or you’re going to get abso-fucking-lutely nothing,” you snarled, ripping away your entire body from him. Danny let out an anguished cry and tried to keep himself from coming into a ruined orgasm. He’d been right fucking there. One more touch would have sent him overboard.

“That was five!” he cried. “That was five, I swear that was five, that was fucking five times!” He raged and fought against his bonds, and you were certain the chair would have tipped if Sam wasn’t wrestling to keep it upright. Perhaps Danny would learn a lesson if you let him throw himself on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum in the cereal aisle. “You promised! You fucking - you - you –”

He cut himself off with the most frustrated sound you’d ever heard from him and wanted to make it all better, but you wanted him to beg more. That was all you wanted. So simple, so easy, and yet…not for him. You stayed quiet, hoping he would work himself up so much to the point where he would give in. You’d done all you could outside of leaving him like this all night, which you wouldn’t do.

“Beg for us, Danny, please,” Sam implored at his ear, and you found it ironic. But also, this could work. Danny was a sucker for when people begged him, but you’d already established you wouldn’t. Sam was the best bridge between you that there was. “Please, Daniel. Please, just - I promise, just tonight. That’s all we want. Just tonight.”

Sam kept murmuring his encouragement while you stared longingly at the two. God, it was all you wanted.

“Please, Viv,” Danny croaked finally, head hanging low in perceived defeat, “please, fuck me. Make me cum, please.”

Even you surprised yourself with the speed you tackled the man with, kissing the prayers straight from the sinner’s mouth. Good enough for now.

“Untie him, Sammy,” you breathed, smoothing your hands over his heated skin, but wanting to wait until he was free to do anything more. “Untie him, and then Danny, I want you on the bed.”

It wasn’t until Danny was splayed out on his back, with you hovering over him, that you asked again. “More, Danny. I want more. You heard Sam earlier. Don’t beg me for selfish reasons, sweetheart. Don’t just say ‘please’. C’mon. Beg me for real,” you urged, catching the very angry head of his dick in your folds.

“I don’t know how,” he sobbed, playing helpless and hoping for pity. “I don’t know what you want.”

With one big sigh, you stopped moving. “Well then, I guess if you don’t know by now…Sam,” you said, putting as much disappointed sadness into your voice as you could, “I don’t think he can. Could you bring me my pajamas?”

And while it did say something that Danny stayed supine, watching with panicky eyes as you began to work your clit so that you could find your own pleasure instead of grabbing you and trying to take what he wanted, you observed him from half-hooded eyes, waiting, waiting, waiting - Danny’s breaths becoming labored and uneven - until –

“I’m sorry!” he burst out, eyes so wide and blown out you could’ve taken a clear picture with a fucking Nokia flip phone. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry for - for being a brat and making you wait,” he purged, cleansing himself of the night’s difficulty. “All I want is you, Viv. All I want is your touch and whatever you want to give me. I want your hands and your lips, honey, it doesn’t even have to be your pussy. And I - I know I don’t deserve to cum, but I really, really, fucking want to. Please. Please, let me.”

And finally, the sweet, sweet conclusion.

“Sam, get behind me,” was all you said.

You felt him immediately, the warmth of his skin hovering over you, the dip of the mattress, the nesting doll image of your knees bracketing Danny’s hips and Sam’s bracketing yours, but he didn’t touch you. “What do you need?”

You were already lining Danny up, for the final time that night. “You’re gonna help Danny get me off,” you explained, groping blindly for his hand and pressing it to your soaked clit, grinding into him for just a second before you decided Danny didn’t need to be teased any more this evening and sat on his cock.

Even though you’d only cum once in the night, you still felt so used up, like your energy had been siphoned out of you. Sam was so close against you that you felt his dick twitch against your back as he moved with the rhythm you set, trying his best to keep his finger in-time and on-target - which, with how slick you were and how fast you were moving, was quite an ambitious task. You felt it every time he slipped on accident, grazing where you were sucking Danny in and eliciting low, exhausted groans from the two of you.

“He’s about to cum, sweetheart. Look at him, so pretty and willing and…oh fuck, he’s crying!”

Your pace stuttered as you saw Danny’s tears as well, quickly leaning down to comfort him. But as soon as you stopped, he sobbed louder. “No! No, no, please don’t stop,” he begged, obviously having gotten the hang of it. “Please don’t stop again - I can’t take it!”

You shushed him, starting to move instantly after his plea. “I won’t stop, sweet boy. I just need to know that you’re alright. You’re crying, baby.”

Danny brought a shaky hand to his face, feeling the wetness there. “I - It’s - I’m not,” he tried to convince you, “I’m not crying, I’m sweaty and tired and over-fucking-stimulated and I’ll be fine. I promise, I promise! Just - I need you. I can’t have you stop again,” he whimpered desolately.

“Can you at least tell us your color?” Sam asked gently from your shoulder, gazing down at him as well.

Danny nodded, squirming against both you and Sam’s weight. “It’s green. It’s green, but if I get edged again, I might have to - it might change.”

“We won’t,” you promised earnestly. “Come on, Danny. Cum for me, sweet boy.”

You knew he was there. That he had been since you’d touched him. And he listened so easily this time, to that request. His eyes rolled back and his entire torso convulsed upwards in an arch as you felt him empty himself into you.

Sam scaled his fingers across you even faster, racing to get you to your peak, and Danny’s hands came to grip your hips in a tight hold, keeping you almost immobile on top of him. “Thank you, Viv, thank you thank you thank you,” Danny whined, the gratitude rushing forth as if it had been all he wanted all this time as well. “Please, I want you to cum on me. Make her, Sam, please - you gotta - you gotta get her there.”

“I will,” Sam promised, locking eyes with him over your shoulder. “Look, Danny, I am.”

You came with Sam’s fingers dancing over your nerves and still stuffed full of Danny. And then you collapsed, panting heavily into Danny’s neck as he returned the favor and buried his face into yours. “Good boy,” you lauded, “good boys.” You reached back and Sam took a hold of your loose hand. “Come over here, Sammy. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your aftercare.”

“Just cuddle, please,” Danny whispered into your skin. “For now.”

You pet his hair soothingly. “Of course, baby. Of course we can just cuddle for now. But we have to clean up at some point.” You rolled to Danny’s side, but he followed so that he could still lay full-body against you, and you tried to rearrange yourself so that Sam could join on your other side. He promptly clambered up against you as well, and you held them both. You even thought you saw Sam take Danny’s hand, but you weren’t sure, and you weren’t concerned, and you weren’t going to say anything about it if he did. Comfort was the name of the game, now, and you would take it and give it any way you could.

There were still tear tracks on Danny’s face, and you craned over to him to kiss them away, salty on your lips. “Sweaty,” you teased gently, and Danny hummed.

“So sweaty,” he said with a small smile and as much a warning in his eyes as he could manage that said, ‘if you ever fucking mention this, you will be sorry’.

“Thank you for playing along tonight, baby. Both of you.”

You got a kiss from each side. “It was our pleasure. We’re sorry for fighting and spilling coffee on you.”

You’d kinda forgotten all about that.

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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.”

Roving Blade

Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, minor sexual implications, will add more tags for future chapters

CHAPTER 2

These pirates were a lot nicer than the ones you had seen and heard of before, you had to admit. They made a large tank for you, big enough for you to fully stretch out in, and made sure to keep you well fed once they realized you could eat meat and fish. Jake kept you in his cabin, away from the prying eyes of any he didn’t trust with the knowledge of your existence.

You still would rather NOT be on this ship at all, but it could’ve been worse, you supposed.

Captain Kiszka, or Jake, as you soon heard him be called, was fascinated with you, even more so than the rest of the crew. He’d spend hours trying to communicate with you, despite the warnings from (who you assumed were) his brothers. Especially the one who shared his face; he seemed especially wary of you.

You weren’t intentionally dangerous, to your defense. It’s just in your nature to go after pirates and sailors, with them being common on the seas and usually causing a ruckus. Again, though, this one was… different. He was still dangerous and proud, as all pirates seemed to be, but he held a certain curiosity and eagerness to learn about the world, not conquer it.

Today was the same as usual, with Jake feeding you and taking notes in his journal about your habits. You’ve grown used to this, having given up on trying to understand his human writing. You may somewhat understand their spoken language, but that didn’t extend to writing.

“Can you eat things other than meat and fish?” Jake asked, tossing another fish into your tank for you to eat. You opened your mouth to show him your teeth, shaking your head. Your teeth were razor sharp, stained pink from years of eating things full of blood and meat. Jake observed your gesture, scribbling furiously in his journal. You had once tried to eat the kelp at the sea floor, curious about it. All it did was make you sick and offer no nutrients to you, so you’ve not tried it again.

“Interesting…” He muttered, tucking the journal away to look at your appearance again. This is also something he does a lot. He’ll simply stare, as if trying to engrave every detail of you into his mind. Part of you was annoyed that he wouldn’t let you go, and that he seemed so obsessed, but the other part of you was glad he seemingly had no interest in selling or killing you.

You finished off the fish, tossing the bones to the bottom of your tank and laid back on the sand that covered the cold glass at the bottom of it. Your tail shimmered in the sunlight that came in from the small porthole windows in Jake’s cabin. He stared at your scales as you eventually drifted off into a short nap.

——

Jake had been doing research any chance he got. Sometimes that meant asking the old sailors and other pirates he was friendly with about the tales of merfolk and sirens, other times it meant stealing books from homes and libraries in port towns. One thing that continually showed up was that the scales of a mermaid held magic in it that protected its holder from harm.

In some old stories, it mentioned lovestruck mermaids offering them to sailors they fancied, other times it told of sailors stealing them from the mermaids and wearing them as a trophy. He considered himself better than a common thief, but knew that there’d be no way he’d get a scale willingly from the one he captured and imprisoned.

When talking about the much more aggressive version of mermaids, aka Sirens, there wasn’t much in the way of positives about them. They were said to be bloodthirsty tricksters, using their voice to lure sailors to jump ship into their waters, where they stood no chance against the razor sharp teeth and quick reflexes of the creature. Some say sirens are the spirits of women thrown overboard, causing them to be vengeful to any sailor man they see. Others claim they’re like animals, seeking out their preferred prey, humans.

He thought back to the night he first heard it sing, remembering how close he was to doing just that. Did this creature simply want to eat him? Did it only see him as food, or a threat that needed to be taken out? Jake shook his head. It didn’t matter; it’s not like it could attack him now, being stuck aboard his ship in a tank. He eyed the scales again before turning away and heading out to the deck of the ship.

He couldn’t think about that now, he had a ship to run and a crew to manage.

——

You couldn’t figure out what this pirate wanted with you. A trophy? Research? It’s been three months, and he’s not done anything like selling you or try to even harm you. Neither did the few others he let come in to feed you or talk to him as you watched. He’s stopped scribbling in that journal so much, you noticed. Maybe it was full? Or maybe he couldn’t learn anything else about you?

So then why did he keep you around?

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The seas were rough one morning as they sailed from the shores out to the wider parts of the sea. They kept watch, knowing these parts held far more enemies for them; other pirates, the navy, large whales and squid, and who knows what else. If Merfolk were real, who knows what else was real?

Jake was itching for something to happen, having gotten too settled down during the three months they stayed close to the shores. They had waited out some of the rougher months, but the seas still had their fair share of rough days. Today was no exception, rain pouring down and a heavy fog settling over the water. Sam was on lookout above, his eyes much better than anyone else’s.

“Captain! There’s a ship out on the starboard side, about 3 knots away I’d say. It’s flying a red flag, so I, uh, don’t think they’re friendly. Should we ready the canons and guns?” Sam shouted down to Jake, looking concerned. They had a formidable crew, but they still preferred not to fight other pirates if they had to.

Jake made a quick decision. “Ready the canons, raise the flag! If they attack, we attack ten-fold! Ready men?” His voice was loud and proud over the sound of the rain and waves, commanding his crew like he had for years.

Jake grinned as he unsheathed his sword and stood on deck, finally seeing the ship appear from the fog. It’s been too long since he’s had a good fight…

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The sound of fighting soon appeared over the noise of the waves and weather, the booms of the canons and guns alongside the clang of swords and the shouts of both crews. You curled up at the bottom of your tank, frightened of what might happen if the other crew were to find you. You didn’t really care if the one you were on sank; you could get out of the tank rather easily and you’d be home free. But this crew had been nicer to you than most probably would be.

It felt like hours until you heard cheers of success, followed by boots approaching Jake’s cabin. You were sort of relieved it was actually Jake who walked through the door, drenched and spattered with blood, but looking victorious. He held a worn map within his grasp, grinning as he set it on his desk. He tore off his jacket, hanging it over the chair at the desk before stripping his other clothes.

You had to admit, he was handsome for a human. He was soft in some places, and muscled in others. One long scar stretched across his chest, from his shoulder to just below his ribs. You wish you could ask about it, curious of what battle that must have come from. He had a nice amount of body hair, without being too hairy like so many pirates and sailors were. You had seen him use something to trim up the hair on his face, so maybe he did the same for his body? Speaking of his body…

He was strong and sturdy, no doubt about that. But there was some softness to him too. His hips were rounder, along with his chest. Looking lower, his thighs were thick and powerful, and what hung between them seemed the same. You had seen him undress before, but usually in the dim candlelight at night, not midday.

Jake redressed, now wearing dry and (somewhat) cleaner clothes than before. Finally, he sat at his desk, opening the map. He seemed confused after a moment, looking at it from multiple angles. After but a few minutes, he stood and retrieved a book from across the room, setting it down on the desk and flipping through the pages. With each page, Jake looked more and more annoyed, as if he wasn’t finding what he wanted to.

You craned your neck, looking at the map from your tank, and were surprised to recognize the writing on the edge of it as one you could read. It seemed to be written in a language only spoken in Europe, one being forgotten with each day that passes. Despite the distance, you squinted and read the words before tapping on the glass of your tank. Jake whirled around, confused. You never try to communicate with him; it’s always the other way around.

“You… You want to tell me something?” He asks. You nod and gesture over to the map, his eyes following the movement. “The map?”

Slowly, he grabbed it off the desk, eager to be finally having a sort-of conversation with you. You tapped the glass again, asking him to hold it up. He did so, and you finally got a good look at the words. For the first time since you had enchanted him that night months ago, you breached the water of your tank and spoke to him.

“ ‘Near Santa Cruz, nestled amongst its fellow islands, lies a cavern that leads to a treasure beyond any that’s ever been found. Know that if you wish to find this treasure, you must be willing to take the risk of the curse that lies with it. No other has found this treasure and lived to tell of it besides I, Captain Christopher Turpin. May you be luckier than the others who followed my path.’ That’s what it says,” You say, looking over the edge of your tank into his eyes.

“Treasure? A cave out by Santa Cruz? This is all so much to take in… And you can speak my language? I, well, I had assumed you couldn’t since you hadn’t until now,” Jake paced back and forth, so many questions in his mind. “I’ve heard of Captain Turpin. They said he disappeared somewhere in South America with his fortune and retired years ago. If true, he should still be alive, and not too old to answer my questions…”

Jake suddenly pulled out his own map, charting out a course to South America. You tilted your head to the side, watching him curiously. Maybe if you work with this pirate, you could barter your freedom with him… It was worth a try.

Baby, what’s your blood type?

Birdie

Golfer!Danny x Reader 18+ (afab anatomy) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Danny comes home to a homemade lunch after a morning on the course and shows you just how much he appreciates you.

gender neutral terms, vagina haver, multiple orgasms, soft dom danny, soft smut, very light daddy kink (it's mentioned once), aftercare

A/n: gc asked for soft smut so here we go 🤭

you had just finished prepping lunch when you heard the door slam. "in here babe!" you called from the kitchen, wiping your hands on your shirt and moving from the counter to greet your boyfriend.

"hey my love," he said, smiling at you, leaning forwards to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, resting a hand on your waist. He peered over your shoulder to see the lunch spread you had put on the kitchen table. "babe, you made me lunch?" he asked sweetly, grip tightening around you. "i wanted to do something special! you've been working so hard and," he cut you off with a kiss. "you're just the sweetest. how did i get so lucky?" he cupped your jaw and pulled you in deeper, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you pulled away, panting slightly, as he moved down your neck. "f-fuck danny, the lunch..." you gasped, reveling in the way his tongue worked at your skin.

"it'll still be there when we're done. besides there's something more delicious right in front of me." he whispered, returning to your lips as he slowly walked you backwards until your back hit the counter. his hands migrated towards your chest, toying with your shirt before slipping it off, exposing your skin. he placed soft kisses down your chest, teeth dragging ever so slightly. you moaned again, mouth dropping open, eyes slipping shut. "you gonna be good for me baby?" he asked, hands reaching down to unbutton his pants. you followed his lead and sank down to your knees, "you're always good for me huh? such a sweet baby," he trailed as you looked up at him through your eye lashes.

you placed your hands on his hips, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his hardening cock through his underwear, watching the precum leak through the fabric. "fuck, baby," he groaned, hand threading into your hair, keeping that nice firm grip that makes you go weak in the knees. you pressed more open mouth kisses, trailing down to his bare thighs, marking them along the way, before finally pulling his boxers down.

you giggled as his hard cock smacked against his stomach, letting his beautiful sounds wash over you. "so good for me baby," he whispered, taking in the view. ever so slowly, you placed a hand around him, lightly grazing the skin, before placing a kiss against the tip, slowly slipping it past your lips. as you sank further down, taking him into your throat, you let out a low hum, relaxing your throat as he thrusted gently into your warm mouth. you never knew giving someone else head could feel so good, but the way his hands felt in your hair went straight to your heat. "so beautiful," you heard him say from above you, as he rocked slowly into your mouth. you felt his hips stutter, a tell tale sign he was about to cum, so you tightened your grip on his hips, pulling him deeper to the hilt, until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, buried in the dark hair that surrounds him. "shit," he hissed as you hummed, hollowing your cheeks around him.

you swirled your tongue, curling it around what you could reach, peering up at him, watching the way his chest flexed, head tipped back. "so good baby," he grunted as you pulled off with a pop. you could tell he was seconds away as you kitten licked the tip. you watched the way his abs tightened, hand cradling his balls, before sinking back down, hollowing your cheeks, loving the feeling of him in your mouth before he's cumming down your throat. you take him to the hilt once more, swallowing around him as he cums. "fuck, fuck i love it when you do that," he chants, keeping you pressed against his skin as he rides out his high.

he sighs, releasing his grip, and you sit back on your heels, "was that okay?" you asked, voice hoarse from the abuse your throat just took. he scoffed at you, "more than okay," he assured, helping you off your knees. "now let's take care of you, darling," he said, pushing your sweat pants down so you could kick them off. "gorgeous," he murmured, taking in the view of your body, "fuck. i am lucky," he says, mainly to himself, before reaching out to touch you. you gasped at the feeling of his hands on you, something you may never get used to.

he patted the counter, signaling for you to hop up there, gripping your waist as you do so, helping you the rest of the way up, before laying you down, and spreading your legs. he leans forward, taking no time to get his mouth on you, sucking a hickey onto your thigh, moving to your hip, leaving light teeth marks as he nips at your skin in such as way that makes your heart stutter. "danny, please," you manage to whimper out, he looks up at you with dark eyes, "please what, darling? use your words, i know you can," he growled. you bit your lip to hold back a moan. "don't hold back love, i want to hear all your noises. so sweet, could make a playlist out of 'em," he teased, you could feel his breath puff against your skin. "need your mouth," you pleaded, eyes slipping shut. "good job, baby. i knew you could do it, so good for me always," he praised before finally tipping down and swiping a tongue across your clit. you couldn't help the surprised moan that escaped your lips. you keened high and airy as he moved lower, slipping his tongue into your hole, nose bumping lightly into your clit, giving you just enough sensation to make it a little unbearable. "fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted, effectively egging him on.

he slipped a few fingers into you, curling up as he pressed them inside, tongue still sliding between your folds, swirling around your clit. "feel good, baby?" he asked, fingers still working inside you. "uh huh," you whimpered, clenching around him, trying to get that amazing friction. "please," you begged, hips wiggling, working towards your high. "please, what?" he asked, almost teasingly, you groaned, "fuck, please make me cum danny, i need it, fuck, fuck!" you grunted, feeling the way his tongue latched onto your clit, fingers thrusting roughly, other hand splayed across your stomach.

"danny, shit, i'm close," you warned, soft moans slipping out in rythym with his fingers thrusting inside of you. he replaced his fingers with his tongue once more, fingers circling around your clit, "cmon baby, cum for me," he whispered, at that was it. your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, you let out a loud moan as your orgasm tore through you. "fuck! daddy!" you cried as he kept his mouth on you as you rode out your high. he slowed his movements as you came down, both of your chests heaving from the effort.

you sat up a little to look at him, laughing a little breathlessly. you flicked your eyes over to the lunch that had been abandoned on the table, before he grabbed your chin, turning your head back to him. "ah ah, i'm not done with you yet," he said, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter. he shifted just a little before slipping his length into you. "fuck," you gasped out, not expecting it to be that quick. you sat up a little more, pressing yourself to his chest, legs hooking around his back, pulling him deeper.

you reveled in the way you stretched over his length, moans falling freely from your lips as his mouth returned to your neck.

"not gonna last long this time baby," he grunted out, whimpering each time he thrusted into you, "me either," you said, stomach already tightening once more as you came close to your second high. he hurried his thrusts, slamming into you roughly in just the right way. you tightened your legs around him as he quickened his rhythm, "shit baby, gonna cum," he whispered moving to pull out, but your legs kept him from moving "want it in me, please," you gasped, one of your hands moving to circle around your clit. "shit," he gasped out, thrusting sharply a few time before spilling into you. the feeling of his cum filling you up was the final thing you needed to reach your second orgasm of the night, crying out as you came on his length, legs finally dropping from around him, feeling the wetness from both of you dripping down your thighs.

you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heart beat as you both came down from your orgasms. you felt a little empty as he slipped out of you, laughing a little at the way his eyes widened at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. "shit, we gotta do that again," he said breathlessly, before breaking out into laughter. you couldn't help but join him, "i guess i should make you lunch more often," you giggled, leaning forward to press another kiss to his lips.

"that was fun," you sighed as you hopped down from your position on the counter, you looked around at the mess before you, both from cooking lunch, and the meal danny just had. "i've gotta clean this up now," you breathed, looking back towards danny, a gentle smile on your face.

he shook his head, "nah, baby. i'm gonna run you a bath, and while you're soaking and relaxing, i'm going to clean the kitchen. you work just as hard as me," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i'm so lucky," you sighed, repeating his words from earlier, giggling as he nodded in agreement. he pulled you towards the bathroom, pulling you in front of him so he could smack your bare ass once more. you shook your head at him, watching as he bounced around the bathroom, filling the bathtub for your soak.

as you stepped in to the warm water, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, "when you're done we'll eat the beautiful lunch you made, okay? see you down stairs," he smiled warmly, before leaving you to your bath.

it couldn't get much better than this.