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Sub!Josh my Beloved, goddamn

🥳Han’s Midnight

Thoughts🥳

This is quite literally a filthy sub!Josh fic idea that I cannot make into an entire fic bc I have 2 Josh fics in the swamp as we speak. SUPER SMUT IMMEDIATELY BELOW THE CUT; MINORS DNI.

Okay but what if Josh made this face when you made him cum?

What if you started out sucking his cock while he ate your pussy at the same time?

What if you started off slow, just softly gliding your tongue from the very tip of his head all the way down to the start of his balls and back again? What if you went so slowly it was torturous? What then?

What if after doing this a few times, you felt him twitch against your tongue while he moaned into your heat? What if you got so turned on at the sounds he made that you took his whole length in your throat and swallowed it?

What if you did that a second time?

A third?

What if every single time your throat closed around him, he whimpered, never letting your pussy leave his mouth?

What if you involuntarily clenched your walls around his tongue every time you swallowed him? What if he responded by pulling you further into his mouth? What if you started taking him faster?

What if he broke the suction he’d created on your clit to moan louder than he had been? What if he whined as you took him faster and faster down your throat? What if he cinched his brows and said, “Ohhhh god, mama. Please.” What then?

What if you increased your pace still? What if he tried to keep eating your pussy but couldn’t because his breath kept getting stuck in his throat? What if all he could manage was a stray lick or two at a time before he gasped again?

What if he got so close to cumming down your throat that when you felt him squeeze your ass that rested in his face, you felt his hands trembling?

What if the second that he was on the tip of his cusp, you stopped? What if you swung your legs to one side of him and turned yourself around to face him? What if you let his cock slip from between your lips and watched it throb against his stomach while you sat at his feet?

What if you watched his eyes grow wide as he realized what was happening? What if his mouth sat agape as he gazed at you?

What if the shocked look in his eyes turned immediately into pleading?

Begging?

What if he was willing to do absolutely anything you wanted if you’d just finish him?

What if he told you that? What if he begged for you?

What if between heavy breaths he begged you to ride him? What if he told you that he needed to be inside of you? What if he told you that all he wanted was to cum inside your perfect pussy?

What if the second that you had taken half his length, his hips bucked up into yours hard enough for his balls to make contact with your ass because he couldn’t wait any longer? What if as soon as he bottomed out, a beautiful, thick cry pushed itself up from his chest and out past his perfectly wet lips?

What if as you continually bounced harder and faster on his cock, he continued to meet your hips in the middle, slamming himself up into your core the smallest bit further? What if his hands conformed to the shape of your hips, sternly holding you in place? What if he let out a sharp exhale each time your skin met, leaving him to inhale ragged breaths in between?

What if as you pressed on, you watched his mouth change from hanging slack to having his teeth clenched and his brows scrunched as tight as they would go? What if you felt his legs start to shake under you as you sank down on his cock again and again?

What if you felt his hips stutter as hot sweat beaded on his forehead? What if his grip on your hips grew impossibly tighter? What if he cried out through clenched teeth as he released into the depths of your core, an absolutely seething expression on his face? What if every muscle in his body stayed tightened until you’d ridden him through the longest orgasm you’d given him to date?

What if?

What then?

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Taglist: @sunandthemoontwinflames

Ok. Mild subby Josh thoughts. Imagine being out at a bar. He’s sitting on a stool and you’re standing between his legs and talking into his ear because the music is really loud. You don’t even notice that your hand is resting on his throat until he starts to squirm. You look down at him and he stares up at you with a sweet blush on his cheeks and a dazed look in his eyes.

Oh, I would not be able to resist.

"Did you like that?" As you trail a hand up his leg, feeling him half-hard in pants and he gulps. "And in public, Josh.... tsk tsk." You smirk against his ear as you feel him stiffen.

Hand kink nation... we have been fed.

Here, Kitty, Kitty/ d.r.w

Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ sugar daddy danny, jealousy, sir/daddy kink, degradation kink, pet names (literally), oral sex (m!receiving), teasing, unprotected sex (p+v), cock warming, praise, begging, orgasm denial, squirting, breeding

as always please lmk if any warnings are missed!

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The tighter money got, the slimmer your choices did, too. Two jobs could barely pay your bills, but a third wouldn’t fit into the schedule. You’d resorted to selling pictures to people you would quick add on SnapChat. That went well for about a month before the handful of men you relied on for income suddenly couldn’t afford to pay for content. Just as the stress had been alleviated, it returned. That was until you gave in fully and began looking into sugar daddy websites. At this rate you felt you had nothing left to lose, what was a little sex with a creepy old man?

Much to your liking, you found someone much better than a guy old enough to be your grandfather. This one was twenty-five with the build of a Greek god. His profile consisted of a singular photo, one you were sure couldn’t have been his own. You’d began chatting with him and it wasn’t long before he requested an in person meet up. Again, you had nothing left to lose, safety didn’t matter when there was money on the line. He requested to see you on Wednesday, to which you denied due to being scheduled at both jobs.

Danny W. : I’ll pay you what both jobs would if you see me instead

You: Tips and all?

Danny W. : I’ll make it worth your while

From there on out you’d start seeing him every Wednesday at six o’clock sharp. He insisted on picking you up every week, rolling down the street of your slum apartment in his very new black Corvette adorned with tinted windows and red rims. The sex was like no other, not to mention the amount of money he paid you simply for your time. But over the course of two months you found yourself slowly falling for your sugar daddy. He wouldn’t let you leave until you came, more so for his pride than your pleasure, and with that knowledge you’d edge yourself just to spend more time with him. Each week when he took you home, you simply passed time until it was Wednesday again.

What was supposed to be a temporary income, just enough until you got on your feet, became a long term thing simply to keep Danny in company. But you didn’t want NDA’s and Wednesday nights to be your life with him anymore. It started to seem that way from his end, too, when he started casually texting you more than on Tuesday’s to solidify plans. Thursday mornings he would text or call to make sure you were okay after the prior night’s events. Some mornings you woke up to flowers being delivered, even things you needed more so than things he wanted to see you in. It wasn’t a secret he was behind the new couch, especially since he paid to have your car fixed. You liked him taking care of you, but you wanted more from him than an allowance. You wanted to come home every night to him, to call him whenever you wanted, to love him.

While you were patiently waiting for an appropriate time to express your feelings to Danny, you knew there was no shot with him. He’s a rockstar, hence the NDA’s, why would he settle for someone like you? You’d go to pass the time at bars and clubs, shamelessly flirting with men and women for free drinks, even giving head a few times for whatever they’d give you in return. You weren’t particularly proud of it, but you weren’t ashamed either.

Wednesday rolled around again, Danny arrived an hour earlier than the set schedule you’d been following for months now. He called you while you were in the middle of curling your hair, you quickly finished the piece you were working on before answering.

“Hey, can you let me in?” His warm, sultry voice melted you.

“Yes, sir.” You waited for him to hang up, but he stayed on the other end until he heard the locks coming undone. You wrapped your fingers around the knob and slowly opened the door, Danny shoving his foot between the door and frame. He pushed his way into your house, his eyes dark and angry as if he knew something.

“You’re early… I was-”

“Why were you at the club on Saturday?” He pressed himself against you until your back was flush against the wall, his washboard abs firm against your torso. You looked up at him before looking past in attempts to ignore the question, but he wouldn’t let that slide. “Tell me the truth, kitten, or you can kiss your two grand down the drain.”

He’s never threatened to not pay you before. He always left ample opportunity to make more money by doing specific things to or for him, or vice versa, but never the chance to lose any. Deciding the money didn’t necessarily matter, you chose to toy with him. Press his buttons.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say pointedly, batting your eyelashes at him with a pout.

“Eighteen. Wanna try again?” He managed to get closer, your lungs craving air as he applied pressure against your body with his.

“Danny, I don’t-”

“Sixteen. Tell me, did he kiss you like I do?” Closer.

“Maybe even better.” You could feel his blood boiling under his skin. He was jealous.

“Is that so?” He scoffed, pulling away entirely from you. “That mouth would be prettier with my cock in it since all you’re doing is spewing bullshit anyways.”

You watched as Danny made his way to your couch, sitting directly in the middle with his legs spread. His hands slid down the front of his body, trailing down to toy with his zipper and button without ever undoing them.

“C’mere, Kitty girl. If you put that filthy mouth of yours to good use you can go back up to eighteen.”

You nod and make your way before him, lowering yourself onto your knees between his legs. You slide your hands up either of his legs slowly until your nimble fingers make contact with his button and zipper. Carefully undoing his pants, you dipped your hands past the waistband of his briefs before exposing his length to the air.

As quick as your lips wrap around the pillowy head of his cock, Danny’s hand finds a home nestled in your hair. His free hand cupped the bottom of your jaw, guiding your tongue and lips over his shaft. Your head bobbed as you slowly fed more of Danny’s cock down your throat. When your nose was flush against the dusting of hair at the base, he held you there, only removing you when you gagged from the pure size. With his hand nestled in your hair, and tears in your eyes, he pulls you off his length. Only strings of saliva connected you to his cock. Heat grew between your legs the harder he fisted your hair, a whine escaping your lips. You really did sound like a kitten, it’s no wonder he’d bestowed such a nickname upon you. Danny tugged your hair until he brought you to your feet, bringing your lips to his. A stream of air blew from his lips, cooling the saliva that coated your mouth. Hungry for his touch, you tried leaning in to kiss him.

“Look at you begging for forgiveness like a dog. Maybe Kitty doesn’t suit you anymore.” Anyone else speaking to you this way would shatter your ego, but somehow his harsh words were still laced with lust. He tugs your head away from him before letting go of your hair, your cheeks flaming a bright red.

Danny sat up before placing his hands on the exposed skin of your thighs, walking his fingers up the expanse of your skin until he reached your hips. His fingers traced over your bones expecting a waistband of some sort had you bothered to put any on. When he’d realized there were no panties adorning your hips, he opted to press the pads of his fingers into your skin instead. A single ‘fuck’ was uttered as he rutted his hips up into nothing. You knew better than to make a comment about his desperation, but a smile still crept across your face knowing he wanted you. Danny’s face quickly grew annoyed once he caught on to the look you wore.

“Do you like pissing me off, Kitty girl?” He gritted, his grasp growing slightly tighter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.”

“No? Maybe I need to show you.” Danny spun your body around so your back was facing him, his hands pushing your tiny dress up over your hips. He was quick to break contact again, leaving only the sensation of his fingers behind as he let go of your hips. He hummed at the sight of you, surely your slick coated thighs visible.

“Look at you already fuckin’ soaked, kitten. Want me to fuck you that bad?”

“Yes, sir.” You desperately mewled.

“Show me you deserve it then. Spread it open for daddy.”

You bent at the hips, reaching your hands back to seperate your ass cheeks, exposing your soaked cunt for him to see. His hands found your hips again as he guided you towards him until the back of your legs met his shins. Danny runs two fingers between your folds before hovering over your entrance, never giving you the pleasure of dipping them in.

“Good girl… Now sit back on it.”

You lower yourself onto his lap, fully taking his length in your aching core. Danny wraps his palms around your wrists, bringing them to your back before pinning both down with one of his hands. His free hand wrapped around you, laying flat on your stomach under the bunched up fabric of your dress. He fucked up into you quick and hard until your began to give out. At that point he pulled you down on his length, allowing you to sit on his lap. The head of his cock brushed your cervix as you swirl your hips, squeezing your knees together for friction against your clit.

“Turn around, wanna see you.” He nudged his hips up, groaning when you lifted off of him. You straddled his thighs, hovering your entrance over his leaking tip. It didn’t take long before lowering yourself, teasing him wasn’t worth whatever punishment he’d throw your way. Eager to feel his lips against yours, you leaned in again hoping he’d satisfy your craving. His lips crashed into yours like the ocean’s wave against the shoreline. Burying your hands deep in his curly, brunette locks, you tugged gently. Danny stifled a whimper, careful not to let you think he’d slip up easily.

“Feel so good, daddy.” You moaned into his neck, gently sucking on his skin enough to make him whine but not leave marks.

“Yeah? Like when I fuck your whore pussy?”

You moaned, his pace growing quicker as you grew tighter around him. He knew you were close and he was, too. The feeling washing over you was stronger than before like no other orgasm you’d felt.

“Sir, can I cum?” You needed to, and you knew what his answer would be.

“Not yet, hold on for daddy. M’so close, baby.”

The faster his hips snapped into yours, the tighter the band in your stomach became. His pace wasn’t letting up. What felt like an eternity, but was truly a few minutes, passed before his hips started to falter.

“Go ahead Kitty, you’ll clean up whatever mess you make with that mouth of yours.”

Your orgasm finally came, your senses completely overtaken by your pleasure. So much so you hadn’t noticed a newfound fluid covering Danny’s thighs. You’d squirted all over him, soaking his pants and shirt with your arousal. Danny’s release was quick to follow as he buried himself to the hilt, his warm seed spilling into your throbbing cunt.

“Thank you, sir.” You cried, your body shaking as you came down from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, Kitty, you take me so well.”

“Fuck, Y/n…” He sighed and wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his chest in a hug. This was the first time he’d used your name since he met you. He’d call you Kitty and kitten so much they truly started to feel like your name, but something about the syllables of the name you’d had your whole life rolling off his tongue nearly brought you to tears. There was a sense of domestication to it all. Your real name, the kissing, him holding you.

“Yes?” You barely whispered, trying to hold back your emotions over the simple formality of your name.

“Keep fucking me this good, I’ll have to promote you.”

Your needs, my needs

Warnings: overstimulation, penetration, oral (f receiving), crying, fingering, mentions of pain during sex, sub/dom ( f and m are switches), and I believe that’s all. Enjoy.

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As you eagerly waited for Josh’s arrival the phone rang. “Hey love” Josh sounded frustrated.

“Hey darling. Everything okay?” You asked.

“Bad news hun. I gotta stay till 10” he sighed.

“10! That’s 4 more hours Josh”

“Yes I know that” he let out another sigh. “Just don’t be upset with me okay. It’s not my fault. If I could be home with you I would”

“Okay Josh I just never see you anymore, and it’s really starting to get to me”

“I know okay I know. I miss being able to spend hours upon hours together. I miss doing everything little thing with you, but now we’ll be lucky if we wake up in the same bed. Speaking of “bed” it’s been over a month. A fucking month. I know it’s my fault but I am exhausted when I come home. I know I’ve been cranky recently, but I am just so tired. I am afraid I am losing you” his eyes teared up, but he blinked them aways.

“Take a breath. Your not losing me I just miss you. I don’t blame you I understand okay? I’ll see you when you come home. I’ll make some tea, and dinner. We’ll throw on a movie, and everything will be okay. We’re okay love” you assured him.

“That sounds so nice I could cry. Maybe I can talk to Jake and he can sweet talk my way home early” Danny stepped outside to hurry Josh along. “Fuck I gotta go I love you. Just wait till I get home”

Nearing 10 you put Josh’s favorite soup on the stove, warmed up your favorite tea, made the couch extra comfy, and started picking out a movie. You heard the front door open, and josh lazily walked into the house. He dropped his bag at the door, and went to find you. He walked into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Soft music was playing as you finished up dinner. Josh took a big deep breath through his nose.

“Oh mama is that what I think it is?” Josh asked hugging you from behind.

“Indeed it is. Taste it for me?” He grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the soup, and put the spoon his mouth.

“Mhmmm. Amazing as always darling”

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Josh grabbed his bowl and snuggled up on the couch with you. “That was delicious”. He turned on his side and threw his leg over yours. As the movie went on he moved closer and closer. Until he was basically on top of you. You adjusted yourself grabbing his hips, and pulling him in your lap.

“Hi ma’am” he whispered.

“Hi pretty boy” you whispered back. You gently thrusted your hips up making sure you two were on the same page. He squirmed above you, and slowly rocked himself against you. You grabbed his hips keeping his pace. You felt him harden as his thrust became more frantic. “Slow down” you gripped his hips “I don’t want you cumming to soon. Slow baby slow”

“Yes ma’am” he listened, and let you guide him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He let out a whimper. “Already can’t finish a sentence love?”

“It’s been s-s-so long” he threw his head back.

You started feeling an intense amount of pleasure as well. Every thrust sending you closer and closer. Your grip on his hips tightened, and he picked his pace up.

“Oh fuck this is embarrassing” Josh panicked as his orgasm built up. “I am so sorry”

“It’s okay darling let go if you need” you moved a hand to cup his face.

“Mama please” Josh whined.

“Please what Josh?” You asked sounding like a tease, but it wasn’t.

“I need it. I need it so bad. Fuck me please please” his eyes began to water as he tried to hold back. You bucked your hips upward meeting him. He pulled your shirt up, and placed both hands on your breast. “Please” it was a whimper, and it whispered out of him.

“Let go then baby. Give it to me. You’ve been a good boy”

“Yes” he said weakly. “Yes” it got louder. “Fuck yes. Fuck please” he shouted. Jake who was upstairs most definitely heard. Jake came in right after josh, and ran upstairs to relax. Both of them were fed up with today and went to their own space. You were Josh’s escape, and jakes was his guitar.

Josh was very vocal when it came to sex, but right now he might as well be screaming.

“Oh my fucking god. I love you. I love you. I love you” there it was. He came in his jeans he was wearing, and collapsed into you. You scratched his back softly as he caught his breath.

“That was beautiful” you whispered in his ear.

“I’d be more beautiful if it wasn’t in my fucking jeans, and maybe on you” he laughed softly a bit embarrassed.

“No no I think it was perfect, but your right I’d be better if they were off” josh sat back in the chair, and you dropped to your knees.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already finished let me give it to you” he grabbed your hand that was already placed on his belt.

“But I want to take care of you” you told him.

“Mama look at everything you’ve done for me tonight. Let me” he pulled you up, and placed you in the seat. He slid himself down, and placed kisses on your stomach. “Let me take control”.

It was mind blowing how fast Josh can switch. He can completely submissive, and listen to your ever obey. Then suddenly he’s got you in a chokehold, and making you cum on his demand.

“We don’t need these right pretty girl?” You shook your head urgently as he slowly slid them down your legs. “As much as I’d love to tease you I don’t think that’s fair”

He dove in immediately. Josh has always took things slow. Giving you kisses up your thighs, and soft kitten licks. . But not this time. His tongue crashed against your clit. You bucked your hips up instantly, and wrapped your hands in his hair. You legs squeezed around him. He gripped your thighs and shoved them down. “Let me in mama. Relax”

“Josh fuck”

He swirled his tongue around your clit, and moving to your entrance to lick up the mess you were making. He slipped a finger inside.

“More” you cried out.

Instantly he slipped another inside you. Never slowing his pace on your aching clit. You felt it build up quickly. A built up you’ve never quite felt before. “Josh I’m- I’m”

His voice vibrated against you “Do it baby”.

“Fuck Josh I’m gonna cum” you bucked forward. He moved with you as you moved frantically. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, and his fingers thrusted harder and harder. You let go, and it came bursting out of you.

He stopped and looked around. “Baby you-. Holy fuck. Sweetheart have you ever done that before?”

“Huh?” You asked confused.

“You- you squirted angel. Has that ever happened?” He asked completely in shock with you.

“I can’t do that” you said still clouded by your orgasm.

“But you did pretty girl. Look” he shifted so you could see the mess you made.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry- I- I didn’t know-I” you covered your mouth completely embarrassed.

“Stop that shit. That was beautiful. I am honored to be the one that made you do it. Don’t be embarrassed that was stunning. Your gorgeous baby”

“Come here”

He moved to lay beside you, and you sat between his legs, and stumbled with his belt. With shaky hands you attempted to undo it.

“Wow love slow down” he moved your hands, and undid his belt for you. You slid down his jeans along with his underwear. You moved upward straddling him. He lined himself up, and you slid down gently.

Josh was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen or took. It shocked you the first time he showed you. You wrapped your fingers around, and they barely touched. It took a while for you two to be able to have sex. It took a while for him to fit. He warned you it wouldn’t work, but you insisted. Eventually he was able to get about half way. You winced in pain as it burned when he’d move. He pulled out immediately and promised to work with each others bodies. In that time you learned each others body’s. He learned exactly how to move his tongue to make you lose it. You learned how he likes to be jerked off. You knew all his weaknesses. You know how quickly he comes when you suck on the tip a little to much. Or when you slip a piece of ice in your mouth, and take him in. He knows your g spot, and how to hit it every time he fingers you. And now he knows how to make you squirt.

“I know it’s been a while. Does it feel okay?” He asked concerned. “Your really tight darling”

“Yes” you said softly. “It feels good” a slight burning from him stretching you only turned you on. You began moving back and forth. You picked up your pace quickly. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down deeper. Skin to skin. He was so deep inside of you.

“I can’t” you cried out from exhaustion. You wanted to collapse on him.

“Breath” he flipped the both of you so he was on top. “Let me do it sweet girl” he brushed the hair out of your face.

You whined out with soft “ah ah ah”.

He mocked it back to you. “Ah ah ah. Those are pretty noises mama. Feels too good doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head, and cried out for him.

“Shh I am right here. I’m right here” josh knows you have a tendency to get overstimulated during sex. You don’t always handle it well. Josh has learned to recognize when your overworking yourself. He knows when things need to slow down, and that’s what he was doing.

Tears fell from your eyes, and you began to whine rather than a moan.

“I know I know pretty girl” you tried to lift your head to watch, but you couldn’t. “You wanna watch baby?” He placed a hand on the back of your neck, and moved your head gently. A noise that sounded almost feral ripped out of you. “Oh you liked that didn’t you. Is that what my good girl needs?”

“Fuck Josh”

He cupped your face in his hands. You both watched as he slid in and out of you. Until you couldn’t take it anymore, and threw your head back. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him close. Without any warning your orgasm came screaming out of you. He wasn’t far behind, but instead he focused on talking you through it.

“Your doing amazing. Give it to me love. I am right there with you” his hands returned to your face. “Good girl”

“Josh please. I can’t” you cried.

“Yes you can. I promise I am right behind you darling” he picked up his pace.

“Josh” it seemed to be the only word you’ve ever known. “Josh baby”

He fell silent, and his jaw dropped. Soft little whimpers escaping him as he slammed mercilessly into you. Each thrust he pulled back slowly then fucked into with all his strength. He did that about four times before he fell over beside you.

“Are you okay sweet baby?” He wrapped you in his arms, and you laid against his chest.

“Yes” you sighed. He grabbed a blanket that was beside you on the couch. He threw it over the both of you. “Jakes home” you reminded him.

“Ain’t nothing he hasn’t seen … or heard” he laughed softly. You laid on his chest feeling the soft rise and fall, and listening to the beat of his heart. A reminder of home hit you as an arm snaked over waist, and the other tangled in your hair. Sleep invaded your peace, and you drifted away. He turned his attention back towards the tv as his lover slept gently in his arms.

Babygirl

Danny Wagner x Reader

babygirl danny. what the title says, danny makes a joke about how you make him moan like a girl, chaos ensues

words: 1339

tags: 18+!! smut, oral (m rec), feminization??, feminine pet names, feminine anatomical terms for male body parts, rimming, maybe slight overstimulation?? i’m so bad at tags im sorry

Danny lets out a whine as you gently palm him over his boxers. You’re on your knees between his legs while he sits on the couch. He’s already half hard and bucking into your hand. You gently squeeze and he lets out another high pitched moan, and he chuckles breathlessly. “What?” You smirk and ask him. “You make me moan like a girl…” He responds with another chuckle. Now that’s a fun idea… You grin at him, “Aww… you sound so pretty for me, babygirl.” You feel his cock throb when you call him that, and his eyes widen. He looks away, his face beet red, “Don’t- don’t call me that-“ You grin even wider, rubbing him through his boxers again, “Aww… does that turn you on? You like being my pretty girl?” The moan Danny lets out is probably the hottest noise you’ve ever heard him make, and his hips rut into your hand, “Please-“ he whines. You can see the wet spot forming at the front of his boxers. You bite your lip and rub two fingers over it, “My pretty girl is already so wet for me… I bet you want me to eat that pretty pussy huh?” Danny shuts his eyes tight and he moans again, “Y-yes- please-“ You giggle and gently pull off his boxers. His cock springs out and smacks against his tummy, a string of precum connecting the tip to his stomach. You swallow hard and run your palm up the shaft, which earns a pitiful whine from Danny’s throat. “Oh princess… you’re dripping… I bet that pretty clit is aching for my mouth…” Danny lets out a sob, “Y-yes- please- please I need it-“ He begs. You run your other hand up his thigh, “I won’t make you beg for it baby… you’re such a good girl for me.” You wrap your hand around the base, squeezing gently. Another high pitched whine rips from Danny’s throat, and he bucks his hips into your hand. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss to his tip, before licking up the precum that was leaking from him. Danny’s hands grip the couch cushions as he thrusts his hips forward again. You push his hips down and look up at him, “Uh uh… hold still for me pretty girl… can you do that for me?” Danny whines and nods quickly, “Y-yes- I-I can- I’ll be good-“ That’s the exact answer you were looking for. You place another kiss to his tip, “Mmm good girl…” You take the tip into your mouth, sucking and licking softly. Danny throws his head back with a wail, his hands immediately grabbing onto your hair, “F-fuck- so good-“ Danny moans out. You can’t help but groan as you feel more of his precum leak onto your tongue, the salty sweet taste making your eyes roll back. You take a deep breath through your nose and sink down deeper onto his cock, feeling it slide against your tongue. Danny practically mewls, “Oh god baby- fuck- I love your mouth- I fucking love your mouth-“ Danny babbles, the muscles in his thighs flexing in attempt to keep them still. You grab his thighs and dig your nails into them, beginning to bob your head up and down on his cock. You watch as he throws his head back with a groan, his adam’s apple bobbing indecently. God you need to see him fucking whine for you. You pull off of him with a loud “pop”. He looks down at you and whimpers, “Why did you stop?” You stand up and look down at him, “I want you on your hands and knees pretty girl.” You coo. He shudders at your tone of voice, and does exactly as you say, getting on all fours. You grin and run your hand down his spine as you get on the couch behind him, “Good girl… you want me to eat you out don’t you?” You push him down so his chest is against the couch, and his ass is up in the air. He whines, “Yes- please baby-“ “Please what, baby girl? What do you want?” Danny almost sobs, “Please… please eat me out-“ You grin, and massage the plump of his ass, “Good girl.” You lean down and press gentle kisses against his ass cheeks, paying equal attention to both of them. Danny whimpers softly, his cock dripping between his legs. He lets out another loud, high pitched moan when you sink your teeth into the flushed skin, “F-fuck-!” You soothe the area with your tongue, before spreading him open, his hole already pulsing with want.

You can see Danny hide his face in the cushions, and you reach forward to run your fingers through his hair, “No no, pretty girl, let me see your face…” Danny whines and looks back at you, his cheek pressed against the pillow and his eyes hooded and needy. “Good girl…” You move back into position, spreading him open again. You lean in and lap at him, experimenting. You’ve never done this to him before. As soon at your tongue meets his entrance, his whole body twitches and he lets out the most erotic sound imaginable, his hole clenching around nothing. You moan at the taste of him, and immediately dive back in. Danny grips the couch cushions and his mouth falls open, pitiful whines leaving it. You circle your tongue over the ring of muscles, the musky, warm taste has you dripping already. “Fuck baby girl… you taste amazing… I could eat this pussy all day.” You mewl out as you lick a stripe between his cheeks. Danny whimpers, looking back at you, his eyes hazy and cheek pressed flush against the cushion. He looks absolutely sinful. You make eye contact with him before pulling back, and spitting on his hole. Danny’s body jerks and he gasps, his cock leaking even more. You grin and bite your lip, “Oh you like that huh? You’re such a dirty girl.” Danny whines again. You bring your tongue back against him, gently pushing it past his entrance, feeling him clench and quiver around you. You wriggle your tongue inside of him, and you can see the veins in his hands protrude as he holds back. He wants to touch himself so bad, and you know it. You pull back again, “Stroke that pretty clit for me baby… make a mess all over this damn couch.” Danny practically sobs in relief, and his hand is immediately wrapped around his cock, jerking it hard. He’s dripping so much you can hear it, and fuck, it turns you on so much. You tongue at him again, slipping your tongue inside and moaning at the taste. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his legs quiver and his moans reach an impossibly high pitch. You knead his ass cheeks and move your tongue faster. Danny’s hand picks up speed and he starts to babble incoherently, “Fuck baby- baby i’m gonna come- oh i’m gonna come- FUCK!!!” Danny lets out an absolutely pornographic moan as he comes all over his hand and the couch. you feel him clench hard around your tongue and you push deeper, the taste of him driving you crazy. You finally stop when Danny starts to pull away from you. Danny pants loudly and practically collapses, laying on his side. You lay yourself on top of him and stroke his hair, “Did i make you feel good, pretty girl?” Danny nods, “Oh my god yes- can we please do that again sometime?” He breathes out. You giggle and kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself on your tongue, “Of course we can baby. Maybe next time you can try taking my fingers… or maybe even my cock…” You lick his cheek and he shudders, a little whine leaving his lips, “Fuck…” You giggle and hold him close. You’re still painfully wet, but you decide to ignore it just so you can take care of him, your baby girl.

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship 18+ ONLY

Danny x Reader x Dave !!18+!!

oral (m rec & f rec), p in v sex, threesome, mxm sexual activities, multiple orgasms, slight dom dave elements, slight dom danny elements, spitting, cum swapping, cum eating, one mention of spanking, feminine anatomy and pronouns for reader used, pet names, cuddling.

Disclaimer: this is purely fiction and not meant to speculate or drive a narrative between dave and daniel, don't like please don't read!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cover by @no-other-mashter

A Cabin In The Woods - Ch.1

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Sam x F!Reader

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚌𝚎?

Warnings/Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Douche Sam, Ex Danny, Soft Twins.

wc; 8425

a/n: finally a series!! this little idea was fleshed out with the help of @dannys-dream . please enjoy!

taglist : @musicislove3389 @peaceloveunitygvf @jazzyfigz @sarahbethgvf @fleetingjake

You glance around the room, taking in the scattered reminders of your lives intertwined. A few empty soda cans on the coffee table, remnants of your last gaming session. The stack of board games, some still in their boxes, others half-assembled, waiting for another night of laughter and playful competition. The anticipation thickens in the air, and you can almost hear the sounds of their arrival—a chorus of friendly banter, footsteps heavy with eagerness, the slam of the door as they burst in, bringing with them the energy of a weekend where everything seems possible.

With a sudden burst of energy, you jump up and move around the living room, tidying up just a bit. You gather the cans and throw them away, arrange the games into a neat, crooked pile, and adjust the throw pillows on the couch for an inviting look. As you work, you think about each of your friends and the unique role they play in your little group. Josh, the planner, always with a map in hand and ideas for adventures. Jake, the jokester, whose humor lights up even the cloudiest day. Danny, the quiet but observant one, who often surprises you with his insights. And Sam, the wanderer, whose spontaneous spirit often leads you to places you'd never thought to explore.

After a few minutes, you pause to listen again, straining for any sound of them arriving, but all you hear is the mesmerizing chirping of birds outside. You cross back to the window, pulling back the drapes to peer out at the driveway. The sunlight dances on the pavement, an empty space waiting, just like your heart wants to be filled again with the laughter and camaraderie that only this group can bring.

You think back to the plans you had made, each one a thread weaving the fabric of this weekend together. Hiking in the woods, fishing by the lake, maybe even telling ghost stories around the fireplace. Memories of weekends spent laughing until your sides hurt and sharing secrets that only deepened your bond float to the surface. You can almost picture how it will be: the five of you piled into the cabin, the air filled with chatter and the smell of snacks being prepared, the excitement of adventures awaiting just outside the door.

Time drags as you check your phone again, scrolling through messages but finding none. You switch to your playlists, letting the melodies fill the room, hoping they’ll calm your impatient heart. The music swells, wrapping you in its embrace as you move to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked cookies still lingering from earlier. You grab a couple, hoping the smell will entice your friends upon their arrival. You take a bite, savoring the rich sweetness that temporarily distracts you from the ticking clock.

Minutes crawl on, and your imagination takes flight, picturing each friend’s face, their expressions as they step through the door. You imagine Josh already trying to set up the itinerary, Jake’s inevitable quips punctuating the details, Danny’s dry humor, and Sam’s enthusiastic agreement peppering their discussions. The thought brings a smile to your lips, and you allow yourself to get lost in it.

You lean against the counter, glancing again at the clock. The hands seem stubbornly fixed, but finally, you hear it—the soft rumble of a car engine breaking through the afternoon stillness. Your heart skips a beat, and you rush to the door, peering out through the glass pane. It’s not just one car, but two, the familiar shapes of their vehicles parked haphazardly on the gravel.

Adrenaline courses through you, and you throw open the door, taking a moment to soak up the sight. Josh is the first out, already waving excitedly at you, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Sam tumbles out next, nearly tripping over his own feet, laughter spilling from his lips. Jake hops out of the backseat, a mock flourish accompanying his arrival. Then there’s Danny, who emerges more slowly, his presence calm amidst the whirlwind.

You step out into the open air, and as they draw nearer, the energy in your chest ignites into a full flame. Josh is already unfolding a paper with scribbled plans, Jake is regaling you with a story from the ride, and Sam is juggling a bag of snacks like a circus performer. You laugh, your voice mixing with theirs, as the worry of waiting melts away.

“About time you got here!” you tease, gesturing dramatically to your watch as they gather around you.

“Sorry! There was a weird traffic jam. Blame the ducks,” Jake shoots back, somehow managing to sound both sarcastic and sincere all at once.

The laughter that erupts is warm and infectious, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. You know that this is just the beginning; the weekend stretches out ahead of you, full of messiness and adventure, laughter and shared moments, just waiting for you to dive into it together. As the initial chaos of greetings dies down, there’s a gentle tug in your heart as you catch sight of Sam, now standing a little farther back, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. His expression is unreadable, a mix of wariness and stubbornness that you’ve seen before. It wouldn’t be your first time navigating this peculiar distance that seems to have blossomed between you two since the breakup.

You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of discomfort coiling in your stomach. You remember when Sam was just a kid, tagging along with Danny, wide-eyed and full of curiosity. He idolized his older brother and you, too. But as the years rolled on, things shifted—the innocence of childhood faded, and the complexities of adulthood crept in. Once an eager participant in your little adventures, Sam now stood at the fringes, a silent observer in a space that used to feel so inclusive.

You flash him a smile, hoping to breach the silent wall that’s grown taller between you over the years. “Hey, Sam! You ready for this weekend?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light and inviting.

He responds with a tight, almost imperceptible nod, his gaze shifting to the grass at his feet. “Yeah,” he mutters, his voice barely audible over the excitement buzzing from the others. The wave of disappointment crashes over you like a cold breeze, leaving you shivering even in the warmth of the sun.

“Awesome! We’ve got hiking and fishing on the agenda. You’ll love it,” you say, keeping your voice steady, even though every word feels like a fragile bridge being built between you and him. You want him to feel included, to remember the fun the five of you shared—but something always seems to break that connection.

He shrugs but doesn't respond, and you can't help but notice how much his demeanor has changed. This is not the same Sam who once giddily climbed trees with you in the backyard or raced across the playground, his laughter mingling with yours. No, this version of Sam stands guarded, like he’s built a fortress around his emotions, and you’re left on the outside, struggling to find an entry point.

Josh, oblivious to your unspoken struggle, throws an arm around you and Sam, pulling you both into the group. “I brought the marshmallows! We need to find the perfect spot for making s’mores, right?” he announces, attempting to lift the mood.

You can feel Sam stiffen slightly against you as Josh continues to speak. You wonder if he even realizes how much the past has influenced his views on you, or if he’s even bothered to tell Danny how he feels. You want to reach out, to talk to him alone somewhere quiet, but the fear of making things worse holds you back. Hadn’t you tried before? You think back to the moments after the breakup, sensing that Sam’s icy glare had been directed at you more often than not.

Danny notices the tension, shooting a glance back at you. He’s always been the peacemaker among your friends, but even he hasn't managed to bridge the gap between you and Sam. He steps closer, trying to draw you back into the group dynamic. “Alright! Let’s load up the cars. I’ll grab the bags,” he says cheerfully.

You watch as Danny hustles away, a familiar sense of comfort and guilt flooding through you at his actions. He’s still your friend, even after everything, making this situation increasingly complicated. You had shared a deep connection, a bond that was special, but now that connection felt fragile, with threads fraying as each day went by. The decision to remain friends with him had been simple at the time, rooted in mutual respect and affection for one another, but you hadn’t fully anticipated how it would affect your relationship with Sam.

“Why does he still talk to you?” Sam’s voice cuts through your thoughts abruptly, and you turn to find him glaring at you, confusion etched across his features.

You blink, taken aback by his straightforwardness. It was a question not merely about your friendship with Danny, but something deeper, one that suggested unresolved feelings.

“What do you mean?” you reply, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

“Just… why? After everything? You broke up. It’s not fair to Danny, you know.” His eyes narrow, and there’s no mistaking the defensiveness that wrapped around him as he stood his ground.

Your heart sinks at his words. You had expected some tension, but you hadn’t anticipated this raw confrontation. “Sam, it’s not like that,” you respond gently, striving for sincerity rather than defensiveness, but it comes out muddled. “Danny and I are friends; that doesn’t change the past, but it doesn’t mean we can’t be there for each other. What happened between us was… well, it was years ago.”

But Sam isn’t ready to ease off. “Then why’s he still so close? Doesn’t it bother him? You just act like nothing happened.”

You feel a wave of frustration and hurt rise within you. “It’s not like we pretend it didn’t happen,” you counter, your voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve moved on. It was a mutual decision. But you haven’t even tried to understand.”

“Understand?” His voice cracks like glass, sharp and brittle. “You think it’s that easy? You hurt him—and you hurt me. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

And there it is, the voice of a protector, a younger brother shielding his older sibling from the pain you had inadvertently caused. Regret gnaws at your heart; you hadn’t anticipated how deep the roots of the past would grow, or how they would fester.

The moment stretches, a fragile silence hanging between you. You want to explain how even though the breakup had been tough, it was healthier for both of you to let go. You want to tell him that your friendship with Danny no longer carries the weight that it once did. But as you look into Sam’s frustrated eyes, filled with the hurt and resentment that he carries, you realize that words alone may not be enough.

You take a step toward him, lowering your voice, “I’m still the same person, Sam. I care about you. I always have. And I never wanted this. If I could take everything back, I would.”

There’s a flicker of vulnerability in Sam’s expression, but it’s quickly masked by a wall of defiance. He shakes his head, the battle between his emotions evident. “But you can’t. You can't erase the past. You’re just… you’re just not the person I thought you were.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air like an oppressive fog. Deep down, you know this isn’t just about you; this is Sam grappling with his loyalty, with the fragments of his innocence being directly affected by choices made long ago, neither of you fully prepared for the landscape of change that followed.

A voice in your head whispers that perhaps this moment isn’t the time to press further. What he needs might be different than what you want. So, instead of pushing, you simply take a deep breath and offer him a small, tentative smile. “I hope one day, you’ll see that,” you say quietly. It’s a promise to yourself, a commitment that you won’t give up on him, no matter how tough he chooses to be.

Josh calls out for everyone to grab their things, pulling you back into the present. The others have wandered off to the cars. You feel the pulsing uncertainty hanging over your head, yet a flicker of hope ignites amid the tension. While things may not settle overnight, perhaps this weekend spent together in the cabin can lay the groundwork, the first tentative steps toward rebuilding what feels broken.

As you approach the vehicles, your heart still heavy with the confrontation but your resolve steady, you glance back at Sam. He stands a little apart, watching as the others prepare for the adventure ahead. You can only hope that somewhere in him, beneath the hurt and the resentment, lies the same Sam who once laughed with you, the one who could still find joy in the shared moments to come. In the complicated web of friendships and past relationships, all you can do is be patient. And for now, that has to be enough. As you gather your things, moving methodically through the motions without allowing yourself to get attached to the feelings brewing within you, you can feel the invisible barrier remaining firmly in place between you and Sam. Over the months—no, the years—you’ve grown increasingly indifferent to his indifference. You’ve learned to encapsulate your disappointment in a box labeled “Sam,” pushing it aside among the remnants of a past that no longer holds the warmth it once did. It’s a survival tactic more than anything, one that helps you navigate the reality of being with the group without constantly feeling the sting of his coldness.

You toss your backpack into the back of the car, and from the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Sam’s silhouette. He is leaning against the trunk of his own car, arms crossed defensively as he furtively shoots glances your way, as if keeping track of your every movement. The feeling of animosity between you both has morphed into a standoff—one that has grown all too familiar. Civil, yes, but you’d be lying if you didn’t think of him as an enemy of sorts.

“Hey! You ready?” Josh’s voice pulls you back into the moment, a jovial spirit breaking through the tension that lingers over you like a storm cloud.

“Yeah, let me just grab a couple more things,” you reply, pushing away the distractions of the cold exchange with Sam. You put on your friendliest face, hoping it radiates enough warmth to block the chilly vibes from the younger brother.

As you turn back to your car, you can feel Sam’s eyes boring into your back. The sharpness of his gaze is enough to make you almost cringe. In a moment of pure habit, you catch his glance across the distance between you, but instead of engaging, you look away, resignation washing over you. This is your new normal—walking around each other with an almost practiced ease, avoiding topics that felt like landmines, running the motions without the heart.

You join Josh, who is animatedly motioning toward the pile of bags ready to be loaded into the car. He lifts your duffel bag, tossing it into the backseat. “You know what? I think this weekend is going to be pretty epic,” he says with an enthusiastic grin, and there’s a spark in his eyes that suggests he might be cooking up something devious underneath the cheerful exterior.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun,” you respond, keeping your tone light, but the spark of excitement doesn’t quite match what you feel inside. You know you’re only here for the rest of them—not for Sam, but for the camaraderie that the others bring. The thought serves as a bitter reminder that this weekend isn't going to be the joyful adventure you once experienced; it’s veiled in complications now.

“You don’t sound too thrilled,” Josh observes, tilting his head slightly as he watches you. His playful smirk hints that he knows you better than you’d like to admit.

“I am! I just— I don’t know. It’s hard with all the… dynamics,” you admit, glancing back at Sam, who is now leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone, feigning disinterest in everything around him.

Josh catches your gaze and follows it. “Ah, Sam,” he says knowingly, his smirk widening. “You know how to handle him, right? Just give him some space. He’s a brat, but he’ll come around… eventually. Maybe.” There’s a lightheartedness in his tone, but you can hear the flicker of truth beneath it as well.

You sigh softly, refraining from saying a whole lot. It’s tiring, dwelling on Sam and the gulf that has opened between you two. “I’m just here for the rest of you,” you finally say, attempting to shake off the weighty atmosphere hanging between you all.

“Oh come on, don’t sell yourself short,” Josh nudges playfully. “You’ll have a good time. Trust me; I’ve got plans. Just wait.” His eyes glimmer with mischief, promising something that you can't quite articulate but makes you feel a sense of intrigue mixed with a sprinkle of apprehension.

“Plans?” you raise an eyebrow, instantly curious. “What kind of plans?”

Josh just smirks and shakes his head. “You’ll see. Just… keep that excitement brewing. You’re going to need it.” He glances over your shoulder at Sam, who’s obliviously shifting his weight between his feet, looking anywhere but at you. “And if you want to help Sam thaw out, I’d say surprise him this weekend.”

You can’t help but snort. “Yeah, because that’s worked so well in the past,” you reply, rolling your eyes playfully. There’s a moment where you and Josh share a genuine laugh, an infectious moment that lifts your spirits—if only for a heartbeat.

But as the laughter fades, you find yourself swallowing the edges of optimism that Josh had carefully woven among your words. Everything feels like it’s wrapped in prickly layers, and you can’t quite shake off the lingering frost that Sam has established around himself. You glance back at the car, the rest of your friends mingling as they load their bags, and you know that whatever happens this weekend, the shadows will continue to linger.

But for now, you focus on the group—the familiar sounds of friends, the camaraderie that still exists, and the small moments where joy can weave through the complexities. If nothing else, you can hold onto that, at least for a little while longer.

The excitement builds as the group begins to finalize the car arrangements, laughter and chatter filling the air like the sweetest of harmonies. Meanwhile, you stand by your car, your bags safely stowed in the trunk, watching as Danny, Jake, and Josh cram themselves into one vehicle. Jake is behind the wheel, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms as he adjusts his sunglasses.

“Hey, we’re all set over here!” Danny calls out, giving you a wave with a grin that feels impossibly bright against the growing shadows of your own swirling emotions.

“Great! How's it looking?” you ask, attempting to maintain the upbeat spirit that the others seem to exude.

“It’s a tight fit,” Jake chuckles, shifting a few duffel bags to open up his side. “But I think we can manage. It’s like a fun little challenge. Just squeeze in!”

Your heart sinks a little. There’s no room for you to join the fun trio. There’s the undeniable reality that someone has to ride with Sam, and as fate would have it, that someone is you. The mental calculation runs through your head as Josh leans over. “So, it looks like you’re stuck with our favorite ice-cold brother,” he teases, a smile dancing on his lips.

You force a smile back, but the corners of your mouth barely lift. “Yeah, sounds like a blast,” you say, your voice dripping with false enthusiasm. But you know better; you’ve moved past hoping for a magical transformation between you and Sam. Instead, you brace for the awkward silence that awaits you.

“Just try not to kill each other,” Danny chimes in with a laugh, clapping Jake on the shoulder as he climbs into the backseat. The two of them crowd in with Josh, leaving you standing at the edge of the parking lot, bags in tow, feeling more like a reluctant passenger on a sinking ship.

“Have fun!” Josh throws over his shoulder, a teasing tone layered beneath genuine friendship. You merely nod and turn back toward your own car, steeling yourself for the ride.

As you approach Sam, who has finally peeled himself away from the trunk, your heart sinks a little deeper. He stands there, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the side, like a statue carved from ice. You wonder if he’s ever going to ease up, but you have your doubts.

“Ready?” you ask, trying to inject a hint of excitement into your voice, but it falls flat, met by a lackluster nod from him. Definitely not the response you were hoping for.

He opens the passenger door for you, the gesture surprisingly formal, but no warmth underlies it. You slide in, feeling the chill envelop you like a thick winter coat. The atmosphere in the car is immediate—stark, heavy with uncomfortable silence. It hangs between you like a thick fog, dense and unyielding.

Sam quietly takes his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine and fumbling with the radio. He seems determined to ignore your presence, staring straight ahead as if making an escape plan from the vulnerability of sharing a confined space. You wish there was a way to breach the awkwardness, to find a thread that could pull you back together, but as the tires crunch against the gravel, any hope for easy conversation dissipates.

Seeking some semblance of normalcy, you reach for the radio dial. “Let’s put some music on,” you suggest, flipping through the static-filled channels, your fingers finding the familiar rhythm of pop tunes and classic rock. Anything to drown out the suffocating quiet.

You land on a station playing an upbeat track—something that hints at carefree moments and happy adventures. As the music swells in the car, you glance over at Sam, who seems indifferent, his eyes fixed ahead on the road. The contrast between the vibrant sound and his unyielding silence sticks out like a sore thumb.

As the first chorus filters through the air, you attempt to find solace in the lyrics, tapping your fingers on your knee. The momentary distraction feels almost comforting, wrapping you in a bubble of familiarity, but the more you look over, the more the disconnection between you gnaws at your insides.

With each passing song, you steal glances at Sam, noticing the set of his jaw, the way he focuses entirely on the road, as if the scenery outside holds his full attention. It’s as though he’s cast you out completely, maintaining an air of impressive detachment. You feel the weight of his emotions pressing down upon you, and the lack of dialogue hangs heavily in the air, making you painfully aware of how this car ride is just another continuation of the unspoken animosity.

“Can we at least talk?” you break the silence after what feels like an eternity, your voice coming out more tentative than you intended.

A flicker of surprise crosses Sam’s features, but it’s quickly replaced by that familiar coldness. “What’s there to talk about?” he replies, his tone clipped and almost disdainful.

You don’t have an answer for that. Instead, you return your gaze to the road ahead, willing yourself to fade into the background. As the landscape lazily unfolds outside, you tap your fingers absently to the rhythm of the songs, clutching tightly to the momentary escape they offer while the awkwardness seeps into any crevice it can find.

The music continues to play, but the sound no longer feels potent enough to bridge the gap. And so, you sit in silence with Sam, together yet entirely alone, gripped by the cold tension that still looms overhead as the car speeds into a weekend that feels far from the promise of the adventure it should hold.

The thrum of the tires against the gravel grows faint as Sam pulls the car to a stop. The abrupt halt rouses you from your thoughts, your body tense and coiled from the ride. You can sense the anticipation in the air as you sit in silence for a moment longer, taking in the surroundings. The cabin abruptly fills with the chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves—a serene welcome that feels almost surreal after the oppressive silence of the drive.

With a burst of adrenaline, you fling open your door before Sam has even turned off the engine. The cool breeze greets you like an old friend as you hop out, not waiting for any farewell or parting glance. Your feet hit the ground with a thud, and you cherish the feeling of freedom as you stretch your legs and breathe in the fresh, earthy scent of the outdoors.

“Finally!” you exhale, shaking off the lingering weight of the car ride as you make your way towards the others, who are unloading their bags with animated chatter. You spot Danny first, his voice carrying over the excited hum of everyone’s arrival.

“Hey! You made it!” he calls, a warm smile brightening his face as he waves you over.

“Yep! I survived,” you reply, injecting a playful cheer into your words as you approach him. He raises an eyebrow playfully, sensing there’s more to your story than your upbeat tone conveys.

“How was the ride with Sam?” Danny inquires, leaning in closer, curiosity dancing in his eyes. You can’t help but let out a short, bitter laugh.

“It was… cold,” you say, searching for the right words. “I mean, really, really cold. Like, I thought I was going to need a parka.”

Danny’s expression shifts to one of mild concern mixed with amusement. He chuckles softly, his eyes glancing towards Sam, who is now focused on unloading bags from the car with an almost robotic efficiency. “Sounds about right. He can be a snowstorm in human form,” he jokes, but there’s an underlying seriousness in his voice.

You nod, the heaviness of the ride still looming over you like a lingering cloud. “I just don’t get why he has to be like that,” you admit, your voice dropping slightly as you try to keep the conversation light.

“It’s Sam,” Danny shrugs, rolling his eyes. “He’s always been like that. Don’t take it personally. He’ll warm up—eventually.” The reassurance sounds hollow, but you appreciate the effort.

Before you can respond, Josh jogs over, cutting into the moment with a laugh as he slings an arm around your shoulders. “What’s the scoop? Did you two drive the entire way without speaking?”

“Pretty much,” you reply, crossing your arms defensively as if that might shield you from the teasing laughter that’s sure to follow. “It was like a contest to see who could be the most silent.”

Josh pretends to gasp dramatically. “An entire hour spent without banter? The horror! Next time, I’ll bring a competition trophy for you both,” he says, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Despite the playful taunts, you feel a little warmth blossom inside you, a reminder that you’re among friends who know the perfect way to lift your spirits even when the situation feels bleak.

As the rest of the group gathers around, you can sense a change in energy, the camaraderie enveloping you like a well-worn blanket. You watch as Jake unloads the last of the bags, and you can see the excitement bubbling up among everyone, a collective anticipation for the weekend ahead.

Maybe, just maybe, you can set aside the awkwardness with Sam and focus on the fun awaiting you all. But the idea of staying civil with him still nibbles at the edges of your mind, lingering beneath the surface.

“Let’s get settled before we explore,” Josh suggests, gesturing toward the cozy cabin that looms invitingly on the hillside. “I could use a good stretch and some snacks to keep my energy up. Who's with me?”

You follow his lead, feeling the warmth of the group draw you in, leaving Sam behind in the background. The unspoken tension ebbed slightly as you turn away, making a conscious effort to step toward laughter and a sense of belonging.

But even amidst the joyful chaos, you can’t help but glance back toward the car, where Sam is still standing, finishing his task in solitude. His presence is a whispering shadow in the back of your mind, a reminder of the icy wall that still divides you. For now, you shake off the unease, hoping that somehow, the thrill of the weekend can melt even the iciest of barriers.

As the group disperses to settle into the two cabins, excitement crackles in the air, mixing with the sweet scent of pine and earthy undertones of the surrounding woods. You watch as Jake, Josh, and Danny haul their gear inside the same cabin, eager to dive into their music and brainstorm creative ideas for the next tour. Their laughter rings out, a cheerful melody that resonates against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves.

Meanwhile, Sam stands a few feet away, allowing the warmth of camaraderie to wash over him without fully engaging. His body language is closed off, as if he’s placed an invisible barrier between himself and the rest of the group. You steal glances in his direction, still ruminating over the constricting atmosphere from the car ride. But with all the excitement building around you, a part of you feels ready to push that unease aside.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Jake exclaims, clapping his hands together as he leads the way into their cabin. It feels right for them to be together, indulging in what they love best. But then your attention shifts back to Sam as he ambles toward the opposite cabin, the decision clearly marked on his face—he wants out. Out of everything.

“Hey, Sam, you want to join us?” Josh asks, half-joking but clearly hopeful for his inclusion.

Sam shakes his head firmly without turning. “I need a break from all this,” he replies tersely, a dismissal that nearly stings in the air. You can see his shoulders tense, a clear indication he’s not about to open up—about anything. It’s a bark of resistance, a wall of icy resolve that sends a reminder of the distance between you.

As you stand there, the tension in the air palpable, you feel a strange mix of anticipation and dread at the thought of cabin assignments. Jake, Josh, and Danny bustle into their cabin, laughter spilling out like sunlight, while Sam, ever the enigma, remains outside, his posture rigid with resolve. Your heart sinks a little when you hear the casual banter coming from the cabin that’s supposedly supposed to be yours.

“Hey, where’s the other cabin?” you ask, trying to mask the unease creeping in.

“It’s just over there,” Josh points, his demeanor as light-hearted as ever. “You’ll love it! It’s cozy, and the view is killer.”

Sam’s voice cuts in sharply from behind you. “I’m really going to need some quiet.” He slips past and heads toward the other cabin, and you can’t help the irritated glance you shoot Josh.

“What? I’m just suggesting you join us!” Josh grins, unfazed by your discontent. He winks, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

With a resigned sigh, you watch Sam disappear into his chosen retreat. Deciding against further argument, you follow Josh, your heart sinking at the prospect of being ushered into the one space you hadn’t planned on. This was just typical, wasn’t it? The universe had a way of throwing you situations you never asked for.

As you step inside the cabin, you're immediately struck by its rustic beauty. The arching wooden beams overhead give it a charm, while large windows let in soft splashes of golden sunlight. A comfortable couch sits invitingly near a small fireplace, and the kitchen area glistens with warmth and promise of shared meals. There’s an instant feeling of home.

“See? Isn’t it nice?” Josh beams, stepping further in to gesturing for you to join. You can't help but find the ambiance enchanting, the essence of the cabin soothing.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” you admit, allowing yourself to be momentarily distracted by the quaint details—an assortment of vintage mugs hung from a rack, a checkered tablecloth draped over the dining table. Everything feels so inviting, and for a heartbeat, the knot in your stomach unravels. Perhaps it won’t be so bad after all.

But then, as you continue to stroll through the space, your gaze lands on the sleeping area tucked in the corner. The moment you realize there’s only one bed—small, rustic, and undeniably charming—you stop in your tracks, your breath catching in your throat.

“What?” You whirl around to Josh, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “There’s only one bed? Seriously?”

Josh holds up his hands defensively, a playful smirk on his face. “Hey, I don’t make the rules! It’s a cozy cabin, and they weren’t exactly built with… convenience in mind.”

“Convenience?” you huff, incredulity dripping from your tone. “We’re not in a romantic teen flick, Josh! I can’t sleep in a bed with Sam—he can be like a thousand ice cubes!”

“Relax, it’s just for a couple of nights,” Josh chuckles, clearly not fully grasping the discontent rippling through you. “Think of it as an adventure!”

You let out a frustrated groan, rubbing your temples as you try to process this unforeseen development. “An adventure or a nightmare?” Your thoughts race, imagining the uncomfortable moments that lie ahead.

“Look, just make the best of it! You never know, you might actually enjoy it.” He winks again, turning to head for the door. “I’m going to go grab the rest of my stuff. Just—be nice to him, okay? Sam can surprise you.”

As the door clicks shut behind him, you stand in the silence of the cabin, weighing your options. There is a certain comfort in the beauty of the place, but the knowledge that Sam would be your only companion when night descends fills you with dread.

What were the chances of this turning into anything less than awkward? You glance at the bed again, a small, perfect frame draped with a warm comforter, and you can’t help but let out a soft groan. There was no escaping this predicament. Not only would you have to confront the tension that lingered between you and Sam, but you’d also have to figure out how to share such an intimate space without succumbing to the discomfort.

With a cautious sigh, you decide that if you’re going to be stuck in this situation, you might as well make the best of it. Drawing a deep breath, you head back toward the door, determined to find Sam before the night descends—perhaps a little friendly banter could chip away at that frosty demeanor. Or at least, you hope it could. You stand for a moment, wrestling with the urge to chase after Sam. After all, he’s a grown man. This trip is meant to be a break for everyone, and he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself, even if he seems intent on brooding in solitude. With a firm nod to yourself, you decide against following him.

Instead, you turn back to the cabin, allowing its warm atmosphere to wrap around you like a comforting blanket. Setting your bag on the cozy couch, you begin to unpack, slowly taking out your belongings. You lay out your clothes in the small dresser and set your toiletries on the counter, your fingers brushing over the well-worn wood. Each item finds its place, and with everything finally organized, the cabin begins to feel more like home.

Once you’re finished, you grab your book from the side pocket of your bag, the familiar cover a welcome sight. Plopping down on the couch, you curl your legs beneath you, settling in to read. The cabin is silent, save for the soft sounds of nature filtering in through the open window—the whisper of the wind and the distant call of a bird.

You find your place in the book, the words enveloping you as you lose yourself in the story. Time slips away, the characters pulling you deeper into their world while the sun sinks lower in the sky, casting warm hues of orange and pink through the windows. The ambiance is peaceful and serene, the perfect backdrop to an evening of escape.

But as the sky darkens and stars begin to twinkle overhead, the lure of the outside world beckons you. You set your book aside and decide to venture out. Stepping out of the cabin, the crisp night air hits you, fresh and invigorating. The soft glow of a campfire flickers in the distance, laughter and chatter weaving a warm, welcoming melody.

You make your way toward the group, and as you approach the fire, you spot Jake’s familiar silhouette, his laughter rising above the others. Instinctively, you feel drawn to him—the effortless way he seems to brighten the mood always brings a smile to your face.

“Hey! Look who finally decided to join us!” Jake calls out, his grin infectious. He pats the space beside him on a log that’s been pulled close to the fire. As you settle down next to him, you allow your body to relax, the warmth radiating from the flames washing over you.

“Sorry for the delay. Getting settled took longer than I expected,” you reply, glancing around at the other members of the group. Danny and Josh sit opposite you, animatedly discussing something that makes them all break into laughter now and then, while Sam appears a short distance away, leaning against a tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene unfold.

Jake leans closer, his voice lowering a notch so only you can hear. “You know, touring can be exhausting, but there’s nothing like a campfire to recharge. The stories we gather, the people we meet—it’s all a part of it.”

You nod, intrigued. “What’s one of your favorite moments from tour?”

Jake’s eyes light up as he leans back, stretching his arms. “Oh man, there are so many! But there was this one time in Stockholm. We had a show, everything was fine, and then it just started pouring down. Everything was getting wet, crew were running out to try and cover everything, but we decided to go for it anyway. The energy in that crowd was electric. People were dancing in the rain, completely soaked, loving every minute of it. There’s just something magical about sharing those experiences, y’know?”

You listen intently, captivated by the enthusiasm in his voice. As Jake reminisces, you can see the clear passion he has for his craft, for the stage, and for those chaotic yet beautiful moments that make up a musician’s life.

The comforting glow of the fire creates a warm cocoon around the group, and little by little, you become absorbed in the shared tales of adventures, mischief, and unexpected mishaps. The feeling of camaraderie fills the space as stories pass around like cherished keepsakes—each anecdote drawing you closer to the rest of the group.

You steal a glance at Sam, noticing that he hasn't moved. He seems distant, lost in his own thoughts, but you remind yourself that you are not responsible for him. Tonight is about the warmth of friendship and connection, a reminder of the bonds you share with these people.

As the conversations swirl around you, you find a comfortable spot amid the laughter and storytelling, finally allowing yourself to relax. There may be unresolved tension with Sam lingering in the back of your mind, but for now, you embrace the moment—the crackling fire, the rich stories, and the sparkling stars above. As the evening unfolds, the warmth of the fire ignites a newfound energy in the group. Josh reaches into a cooler nearby, cracking open a few drinks, the sounds of cans popping echoing into the night. The laughter swells as everyone grabs their beverages, toasting to camaraderie under the twinkling stars.

“Cheers!” Jake calls out, holding his can high. The others echo him, clinking their drinks together, the sound of laughter mingling with the crackling of the fire. You take a long sip, feeling the refreshing taste wash over you, a perfect complement to the lively atmosphere surrounding you.

The night deepens, and the glow of the fire flickers and dances across everyone’s faces, creating a cozy enclave of warmth amid the cool night air. The conversation flows easily, stories bouncing back and forth, punctuated by the occasional jeer or hearty laugh. You settle comfortably into the moment, appreciating the ease with which everything seems to be unfolding.

As the evening progresses, you catch sight of Sam from the corner of your eye. He stands at the edge of the clearing, arms still crossed, leaning against a tree. He seems disconnected, observing from a distance, his expression unreadable. Yet, as you continue to watch, it’s clear he’s caught in the contagious vibe that surrounds the fire. You look away, not wanting to give it too much thought.

Just when you begin to wonder if he’d stay withdrawn, he edges closer, his presence almost tentative but still steadfast. Jake waves him over, and to your surprise, Sam steps forward, joining the group but keeping a careful distance from where you sit. He responds to the others with brief smiles and nods, his warmth reserved only for them.

A moment later, Josh stretches and calls out, “Hey, Jake! Switch seats with me!” Without hesitation, he stands and swiftly swaps places with Jake, who falls into a natural rhythm chatting with Danny on the opposite side of the fire.

Now seated next to you, Josh leans in with a grin that instantly eases any lingering tension. “So, I’ve been mapping out a hiking trip for tomorrow,” he says, excitement bubbling in his voice. “I found this amazing trail that leads to this gorgeous viewpoint. If you’re up for it, I think it'll be a blast!”

You perk up, intrigued. “Really? How long is the hike?”

“A few hours, give or take, depending on how much we stop to take photos,” he says, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I thought it would be a great way to explore the area while also getting some fresh air. Plus,” he adds with a conspiratorial grin, “you can get a step ahead on your ‘adventure’ with Sam!”

You chuckle at the idea, but a part of you feels a little conflicted. “What if Sam doesn’t want to join us?” you muse, shooting a glance toward him. Even as he sips his drink, he seems engaged in casual conversation with the others, yet his gaze is distant, unfocused.

“Oh, come on!” Josh rolls his eyes dramatically, leaning closer, his voice a playful whisper. “He might be grumpy now, but when he gets out on the trail, the fresh air could do him wonders. Besides, it’s all about enjoying ourselves, right?”

You can’t help but smile at Josh’s infectious enthusiasm. “Okay, I’ll join you. Sounds like fun!”

“Awesome! I’ll make sure to bring some snacks. We can have a little picnic at the viewpoint,” he suggests, and just then, Danny breaks out into another story, eliciting laughter from Jake and the rest of the group.

As you settle into the conversation with Josh, a lightness begins to fill the air, and the earlier tension fades. You steal another glance at Sam, noticing he’s still holding his drink, but has started engaging more than before. It’s small, but you sense a subtle transformation with him—something that perhaps indicates that being around the fire is melting the ice a bit.

Everyone’s laughter mingles with the night sounds, the stars shining brightly above as the embers of the fire flicker and pop. You lean back, soaking in the moment. Tomorrow promises new adventures—one filled with hiking, laughter, and the spirit of exploration. For now, you allow yourself to enjoy that sense of belonging, sharing stories and warmth with your chosen family under the expansive sky.

The night begins to stretch on, each minute blending into the next, the laughter and stories creating a seamless tapestry of warmth and companionship. The fire crackles softly, slowly surrendering to the coolness of the evening air as the flames retreat into a pile of glowing embers. The comforting scent of smoke lingers, weaving through the crisp atmosphere around you.

As the group continues to chatter, the energy isn’t quite as boisterous as it had been earlier. Conversations begin to dwindle into soft murmurs, the warmth of the fire drawing everyone closer as shadows dance around you. You can feel the budding fatigue settling in; the day had been long, filled with travel and commotion. Glancing around, you catch sight of Josh and Danny, both leaning back on their hands, eyelids heavy with sleep.

Jake stands up, stretching with a yawn. “I think it’s about time we call it a night, huh?” he suggests, quickly met with nods and sighs of agreement. Slowly, everyone begins to rise from their places around the fire, reluctantly shaking off the comfort of the warmth.

“Goodnight, everyone!” Josh calls out, before he and Danny wander off toward the cabin.

The others follow suit, saying their goodnights as they drift in their separate directions, leaving you and Sam lingering by the fire. He stands nearby, his expression still somewhat distant, eyes flickering briefly toward the ashes.

“Let’s head in,” you say, breaking the silence as you turn to him. Sam nods but doesn’t say anything, still gazing into the dimming fire.

You walk toward the cabin door, Sam following closely behind. He steps through the threshold first, immediately letting out a breath as he brushes off the chill that clings to him. “Man, it’s cold out there,” he remarks, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

You smile, turning back to the fire for one last moment before stepping inside. As you linger, you scan the darkened cabin, your eyes drifting toward the dwindling logs stacked in the corner. There aren’t many left for tomorrow, and while it tugs at your mind, you decide it’ll be a problem for a later time. Right now, the warmth from the fire still barely fills the room, and it holds a comfort that you want to stay in a little longer.

The embers crackle softly, glowing like miniature stars against the ashy backdrop, and as you watch, a small wave of peacefulness washes over you. But then, the moment takes a shift. You turn back toward Sam and notice he’s looking around the cabin, a scowl etched on his features.

“Huh,” he says. “I didn't realize there was only one bed.”

His tone is curt, and there’s a flicker of something—annoyance? Disappointment?—behind his eyes. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow, feeling the weight of the night's earlier warmth dissipate slightly at his words.

“Yeah, I guess it’s a small cabin,” you reply, trying to keep the tone light. “We’ll figure it out.”

Sam huffs, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the tension palpable. “What do you mean we’ll figure it out?”

“Well,” you start, taking a small breath, unsure where to steer the conversation, “we can always share the bed, given that all the other beds are... well, nonexistent.”

He rolls his eyes, his dissatisfaction clear. “Great. Just what I wanted—sharing a bed in a cabin that’s apparently meant for couples.”

You feel a flush creep up your neck at the unintended implication in his words. “It’s just logistics, Sam. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me,” he snaps, his glare holding onto the shadows of the cabin. The air suddenly feels thick with tension, spiraling into an uncomfortable silence between you. You desperately search for the right thing to say, to ease the moment, but it seems nothing fits.

“Look,” you finally say, trying to keep the peace, “we can make the best of it, right? Maybe it’ll just be a fun memory to—”

Sam interrupts, his voice edged with frustration. “Yeah, a fun memory. Because sharing a bed with you will definitely be memorable,” he mutters, sarcasm dripping off his words.

You take a step back, a knot forming in your stomach. The atmosphere that had felt so warm and friendly by the fire now feels heavy and constricted. This isn’t how you wanted the night to end.

“Fine,” you say, drawing back slightly. “If you don’t want to share, you could always sleep on the floor.”

Sam’s expression shifts, caught somewhere between indignation and surprise. “I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

Silence lingers again, thickening the air. You both stand in the small cabin, the only sounds coming from the gentle crackling of the dying fire outside, your voices echoing in the corners of the room.

“Let’s just get some sleep,” you suggest quietly, hoping to soften the moment. He shifts slightly, the tension still palpable as he nods, but there’s an undeniable chill in the air that wasn’t there a moment ago.

As the last remnants of warmth flicker in the embers outside, the cabin darkens around you, pulling you both into an unwelcome reality—the boundaries of friendship challenged by the confines of close quarters.

Free Love

Josh X Multiple Partners

WC: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Orgy, Pure Porn, This won't be for everyone.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I am not at all insinuating that Josh participates in group sex with his fans. This is a fake, fictional story.

Josh POV

You lived and breathed free love. It radiated throughout every part of your life, the way you loved your family, your friends. The way you loved your precious time at home, watering your plants watching them grow to loving your body and the mindful practice of yoga every morning. You loved taking time to cook yourself intricate meals, full of care. You also loved being outside, one with nature, observing the grass and trees, birds and bees as you elevated your mind while smoking the devils lettuce. You loved the road, and the travel, and the fans. Oh, you loved the fans.

Admittedly you loved the ego boost, the way they reached out for you, mouths hung open practically drooling. Knowing that your whorish antics were making their cocks strain and their cunts drip, you loved it. You couldn't deny that the praise of thousands of beautiful people didn't affect you. Your fans knew it, your bandmates knew it, there was no hiding the way you strained in your jumpsuits. It was all for them.

Each city had willing participants, you asked your security to rally up each guest you had handpicked and gather them in your green room. Once you had a group waiting for you, you always heard excited chatters through the door. They were theorizing why they were there. Why did I want them? The answer was a simple one for you, you loved them. You were thankful and grateful for your fans and their unwavering love, you just wanted to love them back. Offering them a spot in your bed was the ultimate show of thanks.

Opening the door handle, the voices stopped and all eyes were on you,”Hello beautiful! I hope you had a great time this evening.”

You made sure to look around, giving eye contact to each person in the room. Smiling when they nodded.

“I have a proposition for all of you. You're very welcome to say no, although I hope you say yes. I think you all are so beautiful, so full of love, I could feel each of your energies out there. Calling for me. So, well, my question is, do you want me? You're invited to my hotel room, I want to love on you all.” You paused letting them make up their minds. Two of your guests decided that they didn't want to, and you respected that, giving them a hug goodbye before letting them leave with security. The remaining five were given an address and a hotel room number as you left to go get prepared for your evening.

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Keeping the lights off you lit a few candles and incense, before settling in on the large bed. Wiping your hands on your soft linen pants you gathered paraphernalia in front of you and began to roll a few joints for the evening. Not long after finishing up for the evening, a knock came from the hotel door. Climbing off the bed you hurried to the door, checking your hair in the mirror before opening it.

“Welcome! Welcome! Come in, take your shoes off, get comfortable!”, you said, extending your arm to show your guests into the room.

Walking back over to the bed after closing the door, you unbuttoned your matching linen shirt letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Climbing back into bed your eyes met five other pairs, in various states of hesitation.

“Come on over, get comfortable! Get as undressed as you feel comfortable. There's water bottles in the mini fridge. I want you all to feel comfortable, it's just sex, it's not a big deal.”

A man with medium length wavy hair, pulls his shirt off and makes his way to the bed.

“If at any point any of you decide this isn't what you want to do anymore, please let me know. You're welcome to leave whenever.”

You smile when the most petite woman in the group climbs onto your bed, sitting next to the other participant. Not a second later the rest follow, removing various items of clothing and completing the circle on your bed.

You giggle lightly, grabbing your lighter, flicking the flame on,” Usually we light up at these kinds of things,” You stick the joint in your mouth, puffing on it, getting it lit. Wrapping your lips around the paper you take a deep inhale. Tilting your head up you blow the pale grey smoke above your head, showing off the expanse of your neck. Passing it to the man to your right, he takes it in his fingers.

“Be careful if you don't smoke often, this shits strong.”

By the time it's made it's way around the circle your brain is starting to feel fuzzy, the brush of the woman's fingertips against yours makes you feel warm, euphoric. Remembering why they're here through your haze makes your cock start to stiffen. Once the joint has dwindled and has been ashed out, you set your sights on the gorgeous woman sitting across from you. The way her heavy tits sway with each breath she takes captivates your attention. She smiles at you, eyes lidded, and you crawl your way across the mattress.

“Hi sweet girl. You look so pretty.”

You watch her hazy eyes try to focus on yours,”Hi Josh. You look prettier.”

“Never,” you whisper leaning in a bit closer,”Can I kiss you?”

She leans in, connecting your mouths together. Eagerly she moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand and placing it on her bare breast. Your cock twitches, fully hardening in your pants as you feel her nipple pebble and harden into your palm. She disconnects your mouths, pushing your head to her chest.

“Need to feel you Josh, oh my God I've thought about this so many times.”

You flick your tongue in quick succession over her nipple, surely making her core clench. You lick and suck for a few minutes, before pulling off of her, eager to lavish on someone else. When you sit back up, some of your participants are interacting with each other, making one another comfortable and warmed up.

Your lip curls when you lock eyes with the first man who joined your bed, his green eyes piercing. He boldly crawls into your lap, kissing and licking your neck, rolling his covered cock into yours.

You're panting when he finally removes his lips from your skin and he asks,” Can I suck on your cock? I bet you taste so fuckin good.”

You shimmy back onto the pillows, and giggle when you realize that you have an audience. They all are eager to see what has been hiding behind your jumpsuits.

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband,you pull down, unveiling yourself to the group. Grasping yourself in your hand you give yourself a few tugs, staring into each person's eyes, all of them reading the same expression. They're turned on, and they like what they see.

The green eyed man settles between your legs, as the petite woman snuggles into your side. Her long nails tickling and teasing the skin of your stomach,“Are we being good for you Josh? Want to please you.”

You look down between your legs at the man with his face inches away from your penis. You smile when you notice he seems transfixed on the way you're leaking from your slit.

Looking back to the girl with her chin on your chest,” You're all doing a fantastic job. I like to call my participants my rhinestones. Each of you are so special, each of you are so unique and sparkle differently. It's why I find you all so beautiful.”

Your praises were cut off by a hot mouth enveloping your length, tongue swirling around your tip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“Fuck, he tastes so good.”

That sentence affects you more than you would admit, he's talking to them about you like you're not even there.

Your breath stutters when another tongue joins the man's, licking and mouthing your cock. Soon enough all five of your rhinestones mouths and hands were on your body. Licking, sucking, scratching and caressing.

The woman from earlier comes into your view again, a soft smile on her face.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek,” Hi my precious rhinestone. How are you, feeling good?”

“I'm feeling really good Josh. But, I feel empty. Can I have you inside me?”

“Of course, honey.”

You caress the heads in your lap, gently pushing them off of you,” Gotta take turns.”

She swings her thigh over your hip, immediately grinding her soaked folds over your length. You smile at her when she sighs content in the feeling of your flesh against her.

She tilts her hips up, sinking down on your length. She can't help but moan when she sits fully in your lap.

“Holy shit Josh. You feel… oh you feel incredible.”

Panting, your eyes roll back when you register that you're buried inside her tight wet cunt. You can help it when your cock twitches as she clenches around you, soaking your lap.

Her hands squeeze your pecs and she smiles sweetly,” You know I can feel that. You're just making me clench harder.”

You swallow the moan threatening to escape,” You're soaked, so turned on. Pretty little rhinestone so wet and glistening… come on love, move your hips. Fuck me.”

Sighing as she starts bouncing in your lap, your mind spiraled as you could feel every ridge inside her as her cunt sucked your throbbing length deeper within her.

After a few minutes you feel her start to flutter around you, and you snake your fingers down to rub her clit.

“Gonna cum on me? Go ahead sweetheart, I wanna feel it.”

You look around at the rest of your rhinestones, some entangled with one another, some pleasuring themselves.

Another beautiful man slid in next to you, placing wet kisses to your neck, “Can I ride your thigh Josh? Please, I want it so bad!”

“Go ahead, love on me.”

You groan when you feel the weight of him settle in on your thigh, shifting his weight, humping his slick cock against your skin.

Your mouth falls agape when the two people riding you start making out whining as they fall apart. First you feel a gush of slick release around your cock as her high slams into her, then you feel his hot sticky release splatter on your skin.

They both slump forward coming down from their highs and you praise,” Such a good job, so so beautiful.”

As most of your group met their ends you eyed the woman who had mostly kept to herself. Hooking your finger in a come hither motion, you beckon her,” Come here honey.”

She crawled over to you, eyes locked on your slick twitchy cock. You cupped her cheek in your palm,” Are you having fun?”

She nodded, still somewhat shy.

“Do ya want to touch me?”

She giggles, trailing her hand up and down your chest, traveling lower and lower. Her dainty fingers wrap around your thick cock, and you pulse.

“Josh?”

You hmm in response as she pumps your length, that familiar burn in your stomach returning once again this evening.

“Can you fuck me?”

“Climb on honey.”

She halts her hand and you silence a groan,” No Josh, I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckle, telling her to lay down. Instantly she parts her legs for you, and you smirk at the wetness glistening within her folds. You grasp your cock in your hand, swiping it through her slit. You shudder, you're so hard and ready to cum. Lining up with her entrance you shudder when you sink into her. Eagerly you pump your hips, aching to finally reach your orgasm for the night. She clenches tight around you like a vice making your eyes roll back. Leaning back onto your knees you pull her hips into your lap, thrusting into her harder and faster, the knot in your stomach tightening. Finally your gaze finds her face and she's looking up at you with adoration, eyes blown out with pleasure.

She sighs, and you realize that she's gently climaxing around you.

“What a good girl… I'm getting close.”

Her eyes flutter open,” I want it in my mouth Josh.”

Lust courses through your veins at the sound of her voice, pushing you even closer.

Quickly you pull out for her, holding your pulsating cock steady in your hand for her to latch on to. Her hot waiting mouth attaches to your length, swallowing you down, when finally the band in your stomach snaps and you're cumming hard into her mouth. When she feels that you've stopped spurting she pulls away from you, opening her mouth and showing you your mess before dutifully swallowing.

Petting her hair you praise her for being so good for you. You both flop down on the mattress, melding with the other spent bodies on the bed. As you caught your breath, your body still buzzing from your high, the woman curled into your side caught your attention,asking a question.

“We're not the only ones you've done this with are we.”

“No, my pretty rhinestone, you're not.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why? Why not? I want to show my love to people as freely as I love the earth and the air I breathe. I want to love fiercely and passionately, in every aspect of my life.”

She relaxed into your side, pleased with your answer,” You're a beautiful person Josh.”

Fin.

A bit of fluffball Josh with his yellow floral jumpsuit for today <3