Once More For Those In The Back.

sub sam fans pspspsppsppspspss

18+ UNDER THE CUT

!!very much explicit!! contains oral sex m!receiving, light dom/sub aspects. if this is not your thing, that's fine! but i recommend not reading :)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

sammy had been a slut all night, taking a page out of his brothers book, and really going at it. he didn't hold back from the obscene faces, and arching his back, practically thrusting into his bass.

you could tell from side stage he was getting all hot and bothered, especially when he hit his bass a little too hard, voice stuttering, teetering towards a moan, as he sang his back up vocals. you could see the smirk as he eased up, he knew you were watching, knew you were getting flustered as you surveyed him.

there were plenty of punishments you had in mind, some that would really make him regret his behavior, but there was something that had been on your mind, and this was the perfect time to enact.

so when he came off stage, all sweaty and buzzing from the post show adrenaline, you promptly ignored his behavior. "hey, baby," he crooned, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. you met his lips in a sweet kiss, pulling away as you felt him trying to advance. "ah ah, darling," you sang, "good boys have patience." his eyes darkened, as he straightened, taking a step back.

you stood, eyes looking up to meet his. "go clean up baby," you said, patting him on the cheek, "there's something waiting for you when we get back to the room." and with that, you pushed him towards the dressing room and lockers. you smiled as he staggered towards the showers, winking as he looked back at you.

for the rest of the night, sam was positively insufferable. whimpering and whining in your ear, all the way back to the hotel. the elevator ride up was a bit awkward, what with his brothers standing there with you, trying to make small talk while sam pretended like he was perfectly fine. but he knew he was in trouble. and your stern grip on his hand proved this thought. the elevator signaled your floor, and you stepped out, dragging him with you.

"he has to play good tomorrow night! don't be too rough on him," josh teased as you pulled sam down the hallway.

you opened the door, "strip, then go sit on the bed." you directed, watching his adam's apple bob in anticipation. he followed your direction, sliding out of his sweats, "ah!" you said, before he sat, "play me a song, won't you, baby?" you purred, grabbing the bass he kept in the room, and holding it out to him.

he raised an eyebrow, "wh- i thought," he trailed, voice high and light, "oh, sweetheart. you don't have to think around me. now play." you sat in the arm chair as he began to pluck out a tune, body of the bass resting on his bare thigh. he watched you with a careful eye, not resisting humming along to the song. you stood, crossing the room slowly, stripping yourself of your tshirt, stopping in front of him, tutting as his fingers slowed. "ah ah darling, keep playing," you instructed, two fingers tapping his chin, titling his back back to meet your eyes.

"now. since you think you can be cute, act like a slut on stage, we're going to practice." your voice came out low and sultry, and you could see his confusion. "don't worry baby, it's not that hard, don't hurt your little brain by thinking too much," you teased, sinking to your knees. "scootch up love, come to the edge of the bed," you hooked your hands onto the back of knees, pulling him closer, until his cock came into view.

you giggled, "you think you're so funny, don't you sam," you said, wrapping a soft hand around him, tugging harshly as he missed a note. you smiled wickedly as he hissed through his teeth, "i'm only going to explain this once, sam. you are going to sit here, at let me do what ever i want to you. and each time you mess up, we're going to start over. do you understand? if you stop playing, you don't get to cum," you sang as you tapped his balls, cock hardening in your grasp. you watched as his breath stuttered in his chest, "words, baby. do you understand?" you asked slowly. "y-yes. i understand." he whispered, fingers slipping off the string's clumsily. "see, now if you wanna be a slut on stage, you can't mess up while you're making a mess of yourself. that's why we're practicing, because i'm so caring, isn't that right darling?" you teased. watching as he clenched his eyes shut, "yes" his breathed, "you take care of me s-so well."

"so play me a song, love. show me how well i take care of you."

he played while you made yourself at home on your knees, running your finger tips along his length, flicking the tip as he played a sour note, "focus, love," you whispered, finally tightening your grip, providing him with some relief. "fuck," he whimpered, fingers moving in muscle memory along the neck of his bass as he rocked his hips into your fist. you lowered your head so your lips rested against the tip of his cock, you blew lightly, waiting for him to mess up, lucky for him, he kept playing as smooth as can be. wrapping your lips around him, he let out a soft moan as you took him further into your mouth, tongue working to provide extra friction, humming against him as a rutted into your mouth. you pulled off, "good boy, you're playing so well for me," you hummed, "please, p-please you-" he begged. "use your words sammy." you said sternly, giving him a harsh tug, too rough to be pleasurable, smirking as he cried out, "want your mouth," he breathed.

"good boy," you replied, before wrapping your lips around his length once more, taking him to the hilt, hollowing out your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down. his whimpers and whines got louder as you kept on, breathing through your nose so you didn't have to pull off. your lips curled into a smile as you pulled out, tongue circling the tip, "fuck baby, i'm gonna cum," he cried, hips rocking. you sucked lightly on his length, hands tracing the rest of his length, you could feel his hips stuttering as he reached his orgasm, you kept your place until you heard a sour note, the string sounding dull and distorted. you pulled off harshly, watching him buck into the air, bass forgotten about as he let out an anguished moan. "fuck, fuck. why'd- why'd you do that?" he cried, hands tightening around the neck of his bass.

"i told you, love," you explained slowly, "you mess up, we start over."

you watched as the tears of desperation formed in his eyes. "i'll be good, please, please, just let me cum." he begged. "well that's not up to me darling. you have to play with out messing up. then you get to cum."

"fuck you're so mean." he gasped, and you stood. "fine, then don't cum at all." you said simply, moving towards the bathroom. "wait, wait! i'll be good, i'm sorry, im sorry." he sobbed, on the verge of a ruined orgasm as he rutted against his bass. "be careful now, darling. your bass doesn't need a new paint job," you laughed, "now keep playing."

you took your place back in front of him as he resumed playing. "now be a good boy, and play all the notes right, and you can cum." you reminded, smirking wickedly. you could tell sam was into this, and it made you positively giddy to know he was enjoying himself. you leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the side of his cock, mouthing hotly as you moved up and down his length, before taking him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks once more. you could tell he wouldn't last too long this go around, so you decided to make it harder for him, dragging your teeth lightly down his length, bring a hand up to make up for the length that wasn't in your mouth. "shit," he panted, eyes squeezed shut, head dropped back, jaw agape. you were honestly amazed he was still managing to play. you bobbed your head swiftly, hands gripping at his thighs, taking him all the way, swallowing around him, his fingers stuttered slightly against the strings, but you excused it, you know he was going to reach his high any minute now. "shit, baby, oh god," he chanted, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching as his stomach tightened, eyes shut in pleasure and focus as his hands shook against the strings. with the combination of the vibrations of his bass against him, and you swallowing around his length, he finally reached his high as he plucked out a specific pattern, "shit!" he cried, cumming down your throat, bucking his hips as you hummed around him. you pulled off with a pop, watching his chest heave, and in a surprising turn of events, watching his fingers move in practiced motion across his bass, coming to a stop as he came down from his high.

"oh my god," he panted, flopping back onto the bed, you groaned as you stood, knees cracking from resting against the floor for so long, sighing as you joined him on the bed, moving his bass off of him and next to you on the bed. you rested your head on his still heaving chest, eyes tilted up to meet his gaze. you reached a hand up to brush the loose hairs from off his face, "doing okay?" you asked.

"yeah," he sighed, smiling dopely down at you, tracing a finger along your back. "was that good?" you asked, voice suddenly small. it was a new thing, you were unsure of it still. "baby. baby," he said, sitting up, "i think that was the hardest i've cum, like ever. fuck, i'm still dizzy from it. thank you," he said, smacking your lips together. "okay. okay, good." you smiled, patting his bare chest. "well, you have a show tomorrow, so let's get some sleep, hm?" you said, shifted to pull the covers over your bodies. giggling as you reach over and twist one of his nipples, laughing harder at his yelp of overstimulation, "okay, okay, i'm done. let's go to bed."

you two curled around each other, falling into a peaceful sleep, thanking your lucky stars that everyone else was on a different floor.

-Spoil You Rotten-

Sam Kiszka/Reader

18+ Only!

You were only here because it was your best friend's birthday. You'd never spend this much money for a night out at such a fancy restaurant otherwise.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for your best friend among the sea of well-dressed patrons. Every woman seemed to be draped in luxurious fabrics, their jewelry most likely more expensive than your car. Men donned in tailored outfit exuded an air of confident sophistication that you just couldn't mimic.

You, on the other hand, felt out of place in your simple ensemble, its lack of embellishments a stark contrast to the attire around you.

You shuffled past a waiter who side-eyed you a bit, finally catching a glimpse of your friends familiar hair. She grinned and waved you over, gesturing to the seat beside her.

"Hey, you made it!" She exclaimed. Her grin widened, causing you to smile as well, her joy infectious.

Your eyes glanced at the various faces at the table. You recognized nearly all of them, most being mutual friends of yours. One, though, you've never met.

He wore a purple and white bleached button up shirt, though it was half-unbuttoned, exposing his soft chest. An expensive looking gold pendant hung around his neck, the gold glinting back at you in the gentle candlelight around the table. His short chestnut hair was pushed back out of his face, showing off his honey brown eyes and a little scruff of facial hair. His lithe fingers delicately lifted the champagne glass up to his lips, your eyes following it without thinking.

Okay, you admit that this stranger was pretty. His eyes met yours for just a moment, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"Oh, Y/N, this is Sam. He and his brothers are good friends of mine, and-" Your friend kept explaining how she knew him, but to be honest, you weren't paying attention.

Sam... so that was his name...

"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you say, your voice a little breathless as you extended your hand towards him. Sam's honey brown eyes sparkled mischievously as he took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His grip was firm, yet gentle, his fingers calloused but palms soft. Your face suddenly felt a bit warm.

"Nice to meet you too, sweetheart," Sam replied in a playful tone. He released your hand and, with a teasing wink, knocked back the rest of his champagne.

Your friend leaned over, her laughter bubbling up from her lips, "He's always like that, pay him no mind," she said, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. You couldn't help but join in her laughter, the tension from the momentary exchange easing as a sense of familiarity settled in.

As the dinner progressed, your focus shifted back to the party for your friend. Everyone presented her with various gifts; a new pair of shoes, the book series she's been eyeing for a while, a whole box of cookies from her favorite local bakery, an expensive gold bracelet from Sam, and from you, a simple hand-knit scarf.

Your gift seemed ordinary in comparison, but when she wrapped you in a tight hug you let go of your anxieties, knowing she loved it just as much as she did everything else.

You caught Sam's gaze again out of the corner of your eye, that mischievous glint in his eyes again.

"That's a great scarf, Y/N..." He mumbled, a slight twinge of admiration worming its way into his voice, "You're pretty good with your hands, eh?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson, the heat spreading across your face like wildfire. There were a few chuckles as you looked away from Sam, unsure if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.

You shook your head and tried to ignore it as a waiter came over to take your dinner orders. You silently paled at the prices, wondering if it was worth next week's groceries for a nice dinner tonight. Your decision was made for you when Sam spoke up.

"I'll pay for everyone tonight."

A few polite objections came up, but he waved them off with a chuckle, "Nope, I've already decided. Order whatever you guys like, I've got the bill handled," His eyes met yours and, for a second, you felt like he was speaking to you directly, "Let me spoil everyone a bit."

You still tried to order something inexpensive, then leaned over to your friend.

"Hey," You whispered, "Is he really gonna pay for everyone's food?"

"Oh yeah, he is. He does this all the time," She replies with a quiet laugh, "He won't take no for an answer, so don't even try."

"How does he even have so much money?" You ask in a hushed whisper. Sam didn't seem to dress excessively lavish or anything, so his apparent wealth was surprising.

"Oh, you didn't know? He's a musician, he and his brothers. They're all in a band."

You sputtered a bit, covering your noise of surprise with an awkward cough. The first chance you got, you pulled out your cell phone, tucking it under the table a bit and typing the band name into Google.

"Holy shit..." You mumbled to yourself. Sam was a celebrity?? You shouldn't have been surprised, really; the guy oozes charisma and your friend has always had a knack for befriending popular people.

You looked him up and down again, looking away when you realized he had caught you staring. Trying to avoid his gaze, you accepted a glass of wine offered to you, sipping it quickly.

"Let's raise a toast to the birthday girl!" Someone suggested, everyone agreeing.

You risked another glance at Sam as you lifted your glass, and promptly gripped the table as hard as you could.

Sam's eyes never left yours as he raised his wine glass, an unreadable expression on his face. His other hand, though, subtly pulled at the front of his shirt, exposing one of his nipples.

Fuck... He was flirting with you, wasn't he??

As soon as the toast was said, you all but chugged your wine. You were way too sober for this situation, face red and hot. Sam seemed unbothered, laughing with the others like nothing happened.

"You should go for it."

The sudden whisper from your friend surprised you, nearly giving yourself whiplash from how fast you turned to look at her.

"W-what?"

"Sam. You should totally ask him out. I bet he'd say yes."

You scoffed quietly, shaking your head, "There's no way. He's cute and all, but I'm just a nobody."

Your friend had this look on her face, like she knew something you didn't.

"It's your choice, but I think you should do it."

The quiet conversation between the two of you trailed off as the party neared its end. The lively atmosphere that had filled the room seemed to fade into a soft hum, drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears. You had indulged in a few glasses of wine at this point, the liquid adding a gentle sway to your movements. The champagne from earlier had only heightened the intoxicating haze that enveloped you.

As you stood, you could feel a slight wobble in your steps, your mind momentarily disoriented by the heady mixture of alcohol and emotions in you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and wished everyone a good night.

A a chorus of farewells and well wishes met your ears, but you dared not risk a glance in Sam's direction. You knew that if your eyes were to meet, all your resolve to go home without making a fool of yourself would crumble like a sandcastle at high tide.

Instead, you focused on getting to your car and back home. You dug around for your keys, blinking away the double vision that appeared for a minute. Maybe you shouldn't drive. But, you couldn't just leave your car here...

A warm, calloused hand snagged your keys from your unsuspecting grip.

You whirled around, your eyes widening as you caught sight of Sam standing there with a gentle grin on his face, your keys held delicately between his fingers. The flickering lamplight cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating the twinkle in his eyes.

"I, ah, don't think you should be driving, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, melodious timbre.

"I... I can handle it," you mumbled, your voice betraying your uncertainty as you reached out instinctively for your keys. But before your trembling fingers could grasp them, Sam swiftly moved his hand out of your reach, his eyes never leaving yours.

"No, you really shouldn't," he insisted gently, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's not safe, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

You watched as he let himself into the driver's side of your car, gesturing to the passenger seat.

"Well?"

"What?" You asked, not understanding.

"Are you gonna get in so I can drive you home or do you need me to help you into the car?" He asked, a small chuckle slipping out.

Drive you home?? You just met the guy tonight, and still had no clear read on him or his personality, and he had spent all night sort-of flirting with you. The logical thing would be to turn him down and just call for an Uber.

But... you couldn't lie. He was pretty, he seemed nice enough, and damn it, it's been a while since you'd went home with anyone. So, after shooting your friend a quick text, you climbed into the passenger seat of your car and told him the address so he could pull it up on his phone.

You hoped this wasn't a mistake.

The car ride was silent for a while. You stared out the window as Sam drove, occasionally taking quick glances at his reflection.

He really was pretty. There was a feminine charm to him with his soft skin and delicate limbs, but his strong features and low voice that made your knees weak gave him a masculine energy that turned heads.

When he met your gaze this time, you didn't look away.

"Y/N, you're staring," He teased, looking unbothered.

"Yeah..." You replied, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

"You seem to do that a lot."

"I have... recently..."

"Mhm... I see."

The car was quiet again, too quiet. You could feel the tension in the air, and it was driving you crazy.

"Thanks for paying for everyone tonight. That was generous of you." You mumbled, hoping to break the awkward silence.

The soft illumination of the passing streetlights painted delicate shadows on his face, accentuating the contours of his features as he spoke, "I like spoiling people..." He glanced over at you, "And you looked like you could use a bit of spoiling."

Your face burned red at that, but you managed to pull a response from your lips. "I, um... thanks. I really appreciate it, Sam. If you ever want, I can pay you back..."

"Nope." Was his simple response.

"But-"

"Nuh-uh. I have more money than I know what to do with, Y/N. I'll gladly spend it on a dinner with my friends. I mean, what else would I use it on? Another piano? Trust me, I don't need you to pay me back."

You snickered at his words, grateful for his relaxed energy.

"Alright, alright. I'll let you spoil me, but only this once," You teased back as he pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex. It was then that you realized something, "Wait... how are you gonna get home?"

He shrugged, "Ah, I figure I'll call an Uber or something."

You shook you head and, before you could think about it, words tumbled out of your mouth, "How about you spend the night?"

Even Sam seemed a bit taken aback by your offer, his eyebrows wrinkling in surprise.

"You don't have to do that, I don't even live far-"

"I want you to."

And there was that tension from before. Maybe the alcohol in your system was giving you a boost of confidence, or maybe you had finally gone crazy, but you repeated what you had said, slower this time.

"I... I want you to stay the night, if you want to."

He nodded, his eyes darker than before, "Yeah. I want to."

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You'd be embarrassed about it later, but you pounced on Sam the second the door closed behind you both, your body moving with an urgency you didn't know you possessed. You pushed him up against a nearby wall, hands finding their way into his soft chestnut locks as his moved to your hips.

"Mm- fuck, babe..." Sam gasped as you both pulled away for air, "I knew you were desperate but damn."

You used the hand still buried in his hair to yank his head back, giving you room to bite at his throat. A whine clawed it's way out of his throat at the sudden sting of his hair being pulled and teeth on his neck. You giggled against his pulse.

"Who's the desperate one now?"

He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them flush to his.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me again," He mumbled, grinning against your cheek.

You two made your way to your bedroom, stumbling down the short hallway and fumbling with your doorknob for a moment before finally getting it open. Sam cornered you against the edge of the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You let your hands wander down to his pants, teasing the button with your fingers.

"Can I...?" You mumbled when he pulls away for a breath.

A low whine slipped from his lips, "Please."

You chuckle, your fingers trailing over his zipper, "Oh... I like it when you beg like that."

"Fuck, sweetheart..."

Sam didn’t stay dressed for very long after that, tossing clothes haphazardly onto your floor to find later.

Your eyes traced the contours of Sam's thin frame, absorbing every inch of him. His sharp shoulders tapered down to a slender, delicate waist and arms sculpted from years of being a musician. The soft glow of the moonlight cascading through the parted curtains highlighted the subtle lines and curves of his body, making him look softer somehow. A trail of hair, sparse yet enticing, led your eyes down to his cock, already hard and weeping against his abdomen.

"You see something you like?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pushing him onto his back and clambering into his lap. You felt him tense in anticipation beneath you as you let your hands wander over his chest, just feeling his skin beneath your palms. He gasped when you teased a nipple before moving to the other side, mirroring the action.

"...good boy..." You mumbled, not fully aware you even said it aloud.

The reaction was immediate. Sam arched his back, grinding his erection against your core with a high-pitched whine. You were surprised by the intense reaction, not expecting two little words to do so much for him.

"Did you like that?" you asked, your voice a whisper against his ear, your lips brushing gently against his jaw. You felt his body tremble beneath you, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Y-Yeah... I liked it..." he mumbled, his voice barely audible, his blush deepening. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a flush of warmth spreading across his cheeks and trailing down to his chest, contrasting against the pale expanse of his skin. His eyes, now darker than before, were locked on you, awaiting your next move.

You decided to give in for now, keeping eye contact as you scooted down the bed, positioning yourself between Sam's legs. He sat up, his own eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. The air was heavy with the heady scent of desire, thick and intoxicating, as you let your breath ghost over his cock. Your warm exhale sent a shiver down his spine, causing his member to twitch.

Sam's hands trembled slightly as they reached out, his fingers gently tangling in your hair. You gave him a disapproving look.

"Good boys are patient, Sammy... I'll let you hold my hair so long as you don't try to rush me," You warn, leaning into his touch.

"I'll be good..." He replied, not looking away.

And without another word, you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Sam tensed, trying to hold back any sudden movements as a groan slipped out, his grip on your hair tightening instinctively.

The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the sound of your breathing mingling with his low moans. As your tongue traced along the sensitive ridge of his arousal, his hips twitched involuntarily, a small gasp escaping his lips.

He was doing so well at being patient, until...

His hips jolted up as you took the head into your mouth, causing you to gag. You pulled off immediately, not missing the disappointed whine your actions caused.

"Wha-"

"I told you to be still and be patient, didn't I?" You ask. A mischievous glint dances in your eyes as you rub your cheek against his thigh, relishing in the softness of his skin against your face, "Bad boys don't get rewarded, Sammy..." you tut, playfully shaking your head.

Sam's breath hitches at the combination of your words and actions, his pupils dilating as desire courses through his veins.

"I won't do it again."

You shake your head, "You need to say sorry, sweetheart, " you say, using that nickname he used on you.

When Sam kept his lips shut, you grinned.

This was getting good.

"Is my good boy going to be a brat now?" You ask, running a fingertip up to the slit of his cock, teasing it as a bead of precum leaked out, "That's a shame. I guess I'll have to just punish you..."

You wrapped a hand around his cock, drooling onto it to lubricate the slide as you began jerking him off. He clearly seemed confused, not expecting you to continue getting him off. All the teasing seemed to have worked him up quite a bit; it was clear he was already getting close. He was nearing that edge, nearing that tipping point, and then...

And then, you let go, backing off completely.

"No!" Sam gasped, his voice filled with desperation, "Why'd you stop? 'M so close..."

"Bad boys don't get to cum," you replied as you hovered just out of his reach.

Sam's eyes widened, need shining in their depths. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out in short, uneven gasps. He tried to reach for his aching member, his hand trembling, but you swatted it out of the way.

"Don't make me tie up your hands, Sammy..." You threaten, but place a gentle hand on his thigh, a silent, "Is this okay?"

Sam gave the faintest nod, so you pushed onward.

"If you say please, maybe I'll forgive you."

Sam kept his mouth shut.

Well... on with the show.

He got worked up much faster this time, his hands twitching from their spot at his side as you tightened your grip on him. The raw intensity in the room was palpable, a potent mix of desire and anticipation, as your fingers wrapped around Sam's throbbing length. His breath hitched in his throat, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. His eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated as he watched you.

"You getting close again, baby?" You ask, grinning when he nodded.

Again, before he could finish, you pulled your hands away. He let out a frustrated sob, so close to finishing that even the smallest touch could send him over the edge. His fingers curled into his own hair and he finally gave in, his voice rough from desperation.

"P-please... let me cum..." He begged, tears in his eyes, "I'll be a good boy, I promise! Please!"

Satisfied with his begging, you leaned up and kissed him, trailing your lips down his body.

"There's my good boy..." You mumbled, before taking him into your mouth. He barely lasted a minute, so close from your previous edging. You cringed slightly at the bitter taste of his spunk in your mouth, but it gave you one last idea. You crawled up and pressed your lips to his again, shivering as he tasted himself.

You collapsed beside Sam, making sure to give him plenty of attention as he came down from his orgasm. You kissed the tear tracks that ran down his cheeks and gently ran your fingers through his hair, cradling his lanky body to yours.

"Was that okay?" You ask quietly.

"More than okay, sweetheart..." He replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around you, "Though I think I'm due for some cuddling now."

"Now that's something I can do."

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Travel Blues

18+ only - minors move along

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

Jake X Chris

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

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

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     “Babe!” 

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

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

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

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

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

      “Babe!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      I love this man. I do. 

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

      My eyes squeeze shut against my will.

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

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

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

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

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

      Yup. Fuck my life. 

      “Where the hell is my black linen shirt?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Chris.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HAVE YOU DONE GVF X BLUEY ART!!! If not would you want to

Yes I have done Bluey x GVF art! I turned them into Bluey characters, and then I also did one where I dressed up the girls like they were going to a show!!

It was a lot of fun! I’d like to do some more content with them one day, maybe make some funny comics or something :D

Your Majesty

King!Jake x Servant!Reader

Angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What You'd Do To Me Tonight

Sub!Josh × Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well that just won't do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you, Josh."

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

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

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.

standing behind danny, holding his tied hands behind his back while you jerk him off, edging him so hard he can barely hold himself up. the only thing keeping him standing is your grip on the ties around his wrists.

His cheek pressed up against the wall, his breathing heavy, laced with your name, his moans are strained. He needs it so bad.

"That's a good boy. Taking me so well." You smile against his neck, his eyes are shut tight. "Look. I want you to watch what I'm doing to you. Want you to see the power I have over you." You command. Danny opens his eyes, his mouth hangs open, moaning as the sounds of your hand pumping his cock makes his knees weak. "Fuck." Danny whispers. "Yeah, baby. You're all mine." You smile, your hand focusing on the sensitive place on his tip, his forehead pressed against the wall as he watches the way your languid motions torture him.

Holding back desperately to keep from cumming. His teeth grit, a moan stiffled behind his lips. "You want it so bad, don't you, baby?" You ask. "Fuck, yes, please." Danny's voice shakes. "You want to cum in my mouth? Would you like that?" You ask as your hand grips him just a tad tighter, pumping so slowly the length of his achingly hard cock. "Yes, oh god, yes, please." He whispers. "Then ask politely." You grin evily, biting his arm softly, enjoying this prone position he's in. "May I p-please, cum down your throat, mistress." He asks, making sure to measure his tone, you can tell he's trying to keep the words from rushing out as he watches your hand stroke him, agonizingly.

"Oh sweet boy, I'd love to taste you. Good job on using your words. You're such a good boy for me." You reward him with a kiss to the spot you just sank your teeth into.

Moving between him and the wall, his arms holding him up in their silk binds as you move to your knees. Taking your sweet time to get comfortable, all while your hand continues its tirade. You bring your mouth close, your tongue presented for him. Taking just the smallest lap of the tip of his cock, a shudder running through Danny at the feeling of your cool tongue.

You smile, "Only when I tap your thigh, are you allowed to cum. Understand?" You ask, looking up at Danny. He nods aggressively, "Y-Yes, mistress. Thank you." His voice quiet and shaking. "Good boy." You whisper, bringing your open mouth to Danny's cock, so achingly hard, tapping it gently on your tongue. Danny let's out a stiffled moan. You close your mouth around the tip, humming in pleasure at the feeling of his soft skin against your tongue, the taste of precum on your tastebuds makes you practically buzz.

Danny's hands are clasped together, white knuckles as he watches you. "Mmm." He moans, holding tightly to his abilities. You take him deeper, slowly. You begin to bob your head a moment. Taking him deeper in your mouth. Pulling out and running your tongue down the length of the underside of his cock before taking it all again.

Enjoying the feeling of his cock inside your mouth, holding all of the power in every move you make. Danny's breathing is erratic, his moans are strained and you are soaked just playing with him. You move faster, he's on the brink of sanity. You moan against him as you continue taking his cock deep down your throat. You want to taste him. He's been so good, he deserves it all.

You tap your hand against his thigh, your motion swift and purposeful. Danny's breathing is so loud, he tries desperately not to move his hips and fuck your mouth, it's not his place. He whimpers as you move faster, gagging as his tip hits the soft warmth of the back of your throat, drool running down your chin, eyes looking up into his. "Oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, mistress, I'm gonna, oh my god I'm gonna cum-" He moans, his voice low and raspy as he loses himself, his hips moving closer to your face, his cock deep in your throat, you love every second of it. His hips still and he cums, his voice crying out desperate groans as he cums down your throat. You don't stop taking him again and again, your head bobbing over his length, his knees nearly buckling as you take every drop of what you've earned. What you own.

Finally, you slowly slow down, his hips stuttering, the sensitive head babied by your tongue, his moans sound broken, his heaving chest working to catch his breath, his eyes exhausted, the sight delights you as he watches you teasing his aching body. "Come here, angel." You whisper. Danny practically falls to his knees. His head laying against your neck as you hold him close to you. His bound hands in your lap, his breathing in your ear, little moans seep in as his body twitches from the massive surge of pleasure still coursing through him. You untie his hands. His arms are heavy, but they hug you back. "I love you." Danny sighs tiredly in your ear. "I love you more."

Mornings Like These | Jake Kiszka x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff || Words: 716

You and jake share a quiet morning together.

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You blinked the sleep from your eyes, rolling over to see Jake still bundled up in the covers, his long dark hair askew. You sighed, letting a gentle smile spread across your face. You sat up, peering towards the large window adjacent to your shared bed, the sun streaming in, casting a soft glow against the features of the room.

These were your favorite kinds of mornings, when you wake up before Jake and can watch the way the stress fades from his face as he sleeps. He was always so stressed about the tour, wanting it to be perfect, and you appreciated the moments where he could be calm, quiet, and let the lines relax from his face.

Moments pass, and you relish in the peace of the morning, while Jake starts to shift. Turning over, he gives you a lazy smile, eyes half lidded, feature soft. “G’morning beautiful.” He mumbles before lifting up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You rest your palm against his cheek, “Morning baby, what do you want to do today?” you ask, keeping your voice soft to break the quiet ambience of the morning. He flops back onto his pillows, letting out a hum, “How about… We stay in bed, and you let me hold you.” He says, before moving to bury his face in your neck, you let out a surprised laugh at the soft kisses he leaves there, loving the way his arms feel around your waist.

"Well, if that’s what you really want,” You giggle out, wrapping your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You lay there, holding each other for who knows how long, savoring the feeling of being in each other's arms.

The quiet morning is ruined by a loud grumble from Jake’s stomach, forcing laughter from the both of you. You sit up, pushing your hair into somewhat of a cohesive style, before stretching until you get a satisfying pop from your back. You sigh, casting a glance at Jake, who's buried himself under the covers again. You pat the man-shaped lump in the bed as you stand, “C’mon babe, I’ll make you breakfast,” You say, leaving the room and walking towards the kitchen. Jake followed close behind, not bothering to fix his behead.

He flops down onto a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You rummage around the kitchen, grabbing two bowls from the cabinet, pouring the cereal and filling the bowl with milk. You cross, placing Jake’s bowl in front of him, “Your favorite, my specialty, Cinnamon toast crunch,” you laugh, sitting down in your own chair across from him. You watch as he loads an obscene amount of cereal onto his spoon, shoveling it into his mouth all at once. “This is great babe,” He says, words garbled from the food, milk dripping down his chin. You scoff at him, wrinkling your nose at his habits, “Ew, Jake.” You laugh, before taking your own bite, he pulls a face at you, making you snort, effectively shooting cereal milk out of your nose.

You laugh, coughing and sputtering on the meal, trying to catch your breath as Jake cackles at you. “You should’ve seen your face!” He squeals between laughs, he slams his hand down on the table as he calms down. “Sorry, that was great, y/n, truly.” He cries, wiping fake tears from his eyes. You shake your head at him, wiping the stray milk from your face.

You grimace, “Cinnamon toast crunch doesn’t taste as good when it’s coming out your nose,” this causes Jake to start laughing all over again, you ignore him and finish your cereal before it kills you.

As Jake eats, you reach your hand across the table, feeling his hand slide into yours. “I love mornings like these,” you say, looking at him with all the adoration you can muster, hoping your expression get across your true feelings. “I love them, almost as much as I love you,” He says, smile cheesy and full of joy. You purse your lips at him, “you’re such a sap,”

“I guess that's why you stick around, huh?”

You roll your eyes at his dad joke, you’ll never get tired of mornings like these

Birdie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it couldn't get much better than this.