I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship 18+ ONLY

having a praise kink is sooo embarrassing like yeah I can't get off until you pat me on the head and tell me I'm the prettiest bestest goodest boy in the whole world. yeah and sometimes I'll ask "I'm good?" in the whiniest most pathetic voice and I'll need you to respond with affirmations about how good I definitely am before I can continue. in fact the term "good" is practically a magic word here. yeah sort of like an anxious dog. please don't ask about my relationship to my parents or other systems of authority growing up. anyway do you want me carnally

YES YES YES

THIS. THIS. THIS. THISS

I am a BIG Five Nights at Freddy’s enjoyer, so when Security Breach came out, my first thought was, omg, Josh would make a great Sundrop!! I mean wouldn't he be the best daycare attendant?

So, I hope you enjoy Sundrop Josh ❤️

Roving Blade

Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, more tags will be added for later chapters

Captain Jacob Kiszka stood at the helm of his ship, The Mirador, the salty breeze tousling his long brown hair as he gazed out over the vast expanse of the shimmering sea. His amber eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened as he watched the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the restless waves.

The crew of the ship, a formidable bunch that Jake personally handpicked to travel with him, moved about with purpose. He gave quick glances to the three most important members of his crew.

There was Daniel Wagner, his best friend and honorary brother. Danny moved with practiced ease as he checked the cannons and gear over once more, his dark, curly hair catching the last rays of sunlight like a halo.

Then there was Samuel Kiszka, the youngest of the Kiszka brothers. His long brown hair trailing behind him in the wind and a smile playing on his lips as he effortlessly climbed up the intricate rigging of the ship to check the sails.

Most important to Jake, there was Josh, Jake's twin and his right-hand man. No one besides Sam and Danny knew much about them. One day, two teenagers just appeared with a ship, their kid brother, and another young boy who they dubbed their honorary brother, wreaking havoc on the seas.

Captain Jake was well known for his conquests, his reputation as a fearless and cunning pirate preceeding him. Tales of his daring escapades and his uncanny ability to outwit even the most formidable foes made their way through the taverns of every port town they passed through.

But amidst the whispers of his legendary exploits, there was a softer side to Jake that few were privy to. It was a deep longing within his soul that even the most precious treasures of the world could not quell.

He had everything he could ever want, except the one thing money couldn't buy.

It was that same longing that brought him to stand alone on the deck most nights while his crew slumbered below.

The night enveloped the ship like a velvet cloak, the only illumination coming from the moon's silvery glow dancing on the restless waves. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, the other keeping him upright as he leaned against the railing, looking out over the dark waters.

Feeling rather melancholic, he softly sang into the vast expanse of the ocean, letting the melody carry his emotions out into the night air, "I dreamed a dream, the other night... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... My love she came, dressed all in white..."

It wasn't often he sang, even when the crew would break into various shanties during the day. He'd let them have their fun, only joining in for a line or two. But when it was just him, the sea, and a bottle of booze, he let himself relax fully.

"I dreamed my love came in my sleep... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep... Lowlands away..."

Far below where Jake stood, something stirred, roused awake by his singing. They swam up from the depths, and a ripple broke the surface of the water as they peeked above with a curious tilt to their head.

Their wide eyes held a mix of wonder and wariness as they regarded the figure of the pirate standing on the deck above. They couldn't help but sing along with Jake, completing the melody.

Their voice was like liquid silver, weaving through the night air with a hypnotic quality. The soft, melodic tones wrapped around Jake like a gentle embrace, harmonizing in a way that felt almost otherworldly.

Jake turned, drawn by a sensation he couldn't quite explain, to see the source of the enchanting hum. He felt almost sleepy as he took a step forward, then another, before climbing up on the railing, desperate to get to the source of the voice.

"Jake!"

Before Jake could tumble over the ledge, he was yanked back on deck by his twin, Josh. The sudden jolt of being pulled back from the edge of the ship brought Jake back to his senses, his heart pounding in his chest as he stumbled backward.

Josh's grip on Jake's arm was firm, his expression a mixture of concern and exasperation. "What the hell are you doing, Jake? Are you trying to take a dive into the ocean in the dead of night?"

Shaken from the trance-like state that the mesmerizing voice had cast upon him, Jake blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to catch up with the abrupt return to reality, "I... I heard something, Josh. A voice, singing. It was... enchanting," he stammered.

Josh arched an eyebrow, casting a wary glance over the empty, dark waters that surrounded the ship. "Enchanting, you say? Are you sure that bottle of whiskey hasn't played tricks on your ears, brother?" His tone was laced with slight amusement, though beneath it lay heavy concern for his twin's well-being.

"I'm telling you, Josh, I know I heard something," Jake repeated. His amber eyes searched the darkness beyond the ship, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the source of the ethereal voice that had captivated him moments ago.

Josh knew Jake to be a man with an open mind, but the notion of a mystical encounter with a creature of legend seemed too fantastical even for Jake's vivid imagination. Yet, the intensity in Jake's gaze concerned Josh.

"Jake, you've been drinking too long. Your mind is playing tricks on you," Josh remarked, "We should get you to bed."

Jake didn't oppose him this time, choosing to let Josh lead him back to his quarters. Despite Josh's attempts to reassure him that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on his senses, Jake couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to that voice that had reached out to him in the night.

He knew something was out there, and he knew he would find it.

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The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the small porthole in Jake's cabin, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets of his bed. As he slowly stirred from his slumber, a dull ache reverberated through his skull. With a groan, he raised a hand to his temple, trying to ease the throbbing sensation.

Blinking his eyes open, Jake's gaze fell upon the scene before him. He was still mostly dressed, the fabric rumpled from a restless night's sleep. A heavy sense of unease settled in his chest as he took in the sight of the empty whiskey bottle lying on its side, its contents drained to the last drop.

With a determined shake of his head, Jake pushed himself up from the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floorboards of his cabin. He pulled his boots back on, lazily fixing his clothes and running his fingers through his hair to untangle any knots.

As he made his way above deck, the salty tang of the sea air greeted him, mingling with the crisp morning breeze that tousled his long brown locks. His crew was already up and about, milling about purposefully as they prepared to get moving once more.

"Captain! How are you this morning?" Josh jogged up to Jake, lowering his voice once he was close enough, "You all good after last night, Jake? Ya had me a bit worried with all your talk of "enchanting voices" calling you out to sea."

"Don't worry, Josh, I'm fine," Jake replied, giving him a reassuring grin.

Josh nodded, though unconvinced. Still, he didn't press the issue further; once they were out of these waters, they'd be far enough away from whatever had caused Jake to nearly go overboard.

The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a brilliant shine over the endless expanse of the sea. The ship cut through the waves with a rhythmic cadence, the creaking of the timbers, and the flapping of sails providing a backdrop to the bustling activity of the crew.

As the day wore on, Jake found himself drawn back to the railing, the memory of the voice from the night before lingering in his mind like a half-remembered dream. He scanned the horizon, his gaze searching for any sign of the mysterious singer who had captivated him.

But the vast ocean offered no clues, no hints as to the identity of the voice that had reached out to him in the darkness. Disheartened yet determined, Jake turned his attention to his duties as a captain, barking orders and overseeing the crew as they worked tirelessly to navigate the ship through the unpredictable waters.

It took them only a day to land in the next port town. It was little more than a speck on the map, and the locals were (rightfully) unsure how much they liked the presence of Jake and his crew. But once Jake provided them with a hefty pouch of coins in return for their stay, they seemed to relax around the visitors.

While the rest of his crew made the most of their short time on land, Jake stayed by the beach, lost in thought. He didn't hear someone approach from behind him until a hand landed upon his shoulder.

Startled at the unexpected touch, Jake jumped, whipping around with his hand on the hilt of his sword. He relaxed once he realized it was only Danny.

"Sorry, Jake, didn't mean to scare 'ya there," Danny chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "I just came to see if you were alright. Josh was tellin' us that you had quite the experience last night."

"I already told him I was fine. Nothin' I can't handle," Jake scoffed, "I just drank a bit too much is all."

The sun hung low on the horizon now, casting a warm golden hue over the sandy shores. Seagulls wheeled overhead, their raucous cries mingling with the distant sounds of the bustling port town.

"I know you, Jake. You don't really think that," Danny's voice cut through the other sounds, matter-of-factly challenging Jake's earlier dismissal.

Jake's amber brown eyes flickered with frustration as he turned to face Danny, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his expression, "No, I don't. I know I heard something out there, and as much as I want to believe it was anything else, a part of me knows what it was."

In all honesty, Jake knew what it was from the moment he was pulled back from nearly jumping overboard.

Sirens, mermaids, water nymphs – the names swirled like a tempest in his thoughts, each one carrying with it a weight of ancient legends and cautionary tales.

He knew the stories, the warnings whispered by seasoned sailors and woven into the very fabric of maritime lore. The enchanting melodies that lured unsuspecting souls to their watery graves, the haunting beauty that masked a deadly intent. The descriptions varied, but the outcome was always the same – a fate sealed by the irresistible call of the sea.

Danny's voice carried a note of urgency, a sailor's instinct honed by years spent navigating treacherous waters, "If we're on the same page, then I reckon we should probably leave these waters sooner rather than later. The longer we stay, the more likely we'll lose someone-"

Jake, his jaw set in a firm line, cut him off before he could finish, "No. I'm not running away with my tail between my legs like a scared mutt."

"But Jake-"

"If you all want to stay ashore, then go ahead. I'll go on my own if I have to."

Realizing he was getting nowhere with this, Danny sighed and stood up, "I'm with you if this is something you need to do, Jake. I trust you." And with that, he turned and headed back up towards the town, presumably to tell the others what Jake had decided.

Call it bravery, call it greed, Jake didn't care. If it really was a creature of myth that tried to call him to the sea, he had to see it for himself.

Upon returning to his crew, Jake said only one thing.

"Lads, it's time to go fishing."

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Jake knew it wouldn't be easy to catch a Siren; as far as he knew, it's never been done. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light dancing on the gentle waves that lapped against the sides of the ship.

The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable energy that crackled in the salty breeze. Jake stood at the helm, his eyes fixed ahead and his heart pounding with excitement. The familiar weight of his sword at his side was a gounding presence, a reminder of the danger he was putting himself and the rest of his crew in.

The crew worked swiftly and silently, their movements guided by the rhythm of the ocean. The sails billowed overhead, and lanterns cast a warm glow on the deck, creating long shadows that danced with the gentle sway of the ship.

As they sailed further into the darkness, the stars above seemed to multiply, sprinkling the sky like scattered diamonds. The night was alive with the symphony of the sea – the creaking of the ship, the soft lapping of the waves, the distant cries of seabirds.

He had told them all his plan to catch this mystical creature earlier in the day.

First, they would head out to the approximate location they had been at the first time Jake heard the singing. Once there, the rest of the crew would turn out the lights and stay silent while Jake lured it out. And finally, if that worked, they had just the thing to capture it.

Months before, Danny and Sam had come to Jake with an idea of theirs - a smaller sized cannon that could launch a net much farther than the crew could throw it. At first, Jake had dismissed the idea as nothing more than a fanciful whim, a contraption that seemed more suited for a circus act than a pirate ship.

But now, he found himself reconsidering their proposal. After employing the help of a blacksmith in town and testing it out many times, their net contraption was ready for use.

When they dropped anchor, the ship rocking gently against the current was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Jake stood at the edge of the deck, rough rope tied securely around his waist, a lifeline in case the plan went awry. Josh had insisted upon everyone being tethered down, unwilling to go through with the plan without it.

The rest of the crew got into position, staying silent and hidden so as not to alert their target of any danger. Sam and Danny waited for the perfect moment to launch the net, while Josh kneeled beside the rope keeping his twin tethered to the ship, just in case anything went wrong.

With everything ready and in place, Jake began to hum a tune, hoping it would draw the siren, or whatever it was, to him once more.

An hour passed with no sign of any response, and Jake began to grow doubtful of his plan working. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, the creaking of the ship as it swayed with the current, and the occasional distant cry of a seabird

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting a ghostly light over the dark waters. Jake stood at the edge of the ship, his heart heavy with uncertainty. His amber brown eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement, any glimmer in the darkness that would signify the presence of the elusive creature he sought.

The crew, hidden in the shadows, watched with bated breath, their anticipation palpable in the still night air. Danny's brow furrowed, his trust in the plan wavering as the minutes passed. Sam shifted from one foot to the other, anxiously tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waited. Josh remained close to the tether, his hands gripping the rope tightly as he kept a vigilant watch over his twin brother.

As the minutes ticked by, doubts crept into Jake's mind. What if there was nothing here? What if this was all a wild goose chase, brought on by wild maritime tales? Had he really been so foolish?

Just as he was about to call it all off, a soft melody began to weave through the stillness of the night.

"My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold... There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold..."

A dim light could be seen just a few meters from the side of the ship, ripples disturbing the water as something poked its head above the waves. And this time, Jake kept his eyes on it.

Even in the dim moonlight, he could see the way the its skin seemed to have an unearthy shimmer to it, like the surface of a pearl. Wide, large eyes stared back at him, and he yearned to get just a little closer to them.

"His hair it hangs in dark waves, his eyes like amber coals... my happiness is with him, wherever he may go..."

Just as Jake leaned closer, half his body over the railing, Josh held the rope tight and shouted, "Now!"

The command pierced through the night like a cannon blast, igniting a flurry of movement on the deck. Sam and Danny sprang into action, their trained muscles working in perfect synchrony as they released the tension on the contraption. The makeshift cannon roared to life, propelling the net with incredible force towards the shimmering figure in the water.

There was no time for them to dive back below the waves. The net soared through the air, a tangled mass of ropes and weights hurtling towards the mysterious creature that had entranced Jake with its haunting melody. The impact was like a thunderclap in the silent night, the net enveloping the creature in a cacophony of splashes and thrashes. The water frothed and churned as the siren fought against its restraints, desperate cries echoing across the dark expanse of the sea.

Jake, his heart pounding in his chest, felt a surge of adrenaline as he regained his awareness. His eyes blazed with determination as he took control of the situation, his voice cutting through the chaos with authority, "Pull, boys! Bring it up on deck!"

It was clear that after only a few minutes, their target was tired out, the thrashing and fighting much weaker than before. With one last pull, they were dragged from the water and up to the deck of the ship.

They were more beautiful than Jake ever expected. Those wide eyes seemed to look through Jake, as if seeing something in him that he could not. The iridescent sheen of their skin was mesmerizing, akin to the lustrous glow of a priceless pearl. The scales adorning their tail shimmered in the moonlight, each scale glinting like a precious stone.

Jake kneeled down, tilting his head to the side as he stared deep into the eyes of something he'd never seen before. It blinked once, and then...

You blinked again, staring into the deep amber eyes of Captain Jacob Kiszka.

Chapter 2:

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Photo by @no-other-mashter

Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader Roving Blade Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, minor sexual implica

He is my Master ~ Josh Kiszka x Boy!Reader

Josh Kiszka x Boy!reader

This is a Josh x Boy!reader in a established relationship.

18+ !!!!!! DNI!!!!!!

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (m rec) fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe pls) , some fluff, facefucking, spanking, minor degradation, minor choking, bratty reader. please let me know if i missed anything.

A/n: We felt like the Josh boys deserve some love too so this is a collaboration between me and my bestie @ashlee-noothermaster <3

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

You knew that you'd been teasing Josh far too much this evening. Clinging to him all night as if you were attached to him, your hands wandering a bit too far at times. You could blame it on the few glasses of champagne you’ve had but you both knew that wasn't the case. 

By the time the evening was coming to an end you were more than tipsy, giggling all the way to the car, still clinging onto your man. 

“C'mon sweet boy, let's get you into the car,” Josh held onto you as you both headed to his jeep.

Your hands kept wandering to the bit of skin peeking out from the hem of his shirt, tickling him a little as you trailed your fingers against it.

“Watch it, pretty boy…” Josh warned, his voice dropping an octave, “Don't start something you aren't ready to finish.”

“Watch what?” You reply, a snarky tone lacing your words, “I'm not starting anything.”

You grin, knowing Josh was getting riled up by your tone.

Slamming the door to the passenger side slightly too hard you watch Josh jog around to the drivers side and jump in. The car ride home was filled with exciting tension as Josh swerved in and out of lanes driving slightly too fast, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. And you knew that in a few short minutes those same hands would be around your neck instead. You resisted the urge to tease him while he was driving, not wanting to end up off the road, but that didn't mean you weren't gonna take the edge off for yourself a little. Your hand moved from your thigh to the middle of your pants where you were already visibly aroused. You could see the moment Josh realized what you were doing, causing him to huff out a strangled growl. He sped up just a little more, his jaw clenching as he let out an annoyed sigh.

The car comes to a halt and before you can realize what is happening Josh has already taken a hold of the hand that you are using to palm yourself. ‘’Other hand,’’ he says as he reaches over to grab it. You keep your hand away from him, giving him only a smug smile. “What if I don't want to?” You ask, watching as he raised an eyebrow up at your increasing attitude. 

He unbuckled himself and reached over to grab your other hand, his voice coming out in a growl, “I'm gonna wrap these,” he begins, taking the beads from around his neck, “around your wrists, and you're gonna sit there and look pretty like a good boy. I'd be very upset if you broke them, so you better not even try to get them off.” 

Not wanting to break the beads binding your hands together, you reluctantly sat in your seat, staying good for him the rest of the drive home. As soon as Josh was parked, he was out of the car and opening the passenger side door to usher you into the house.

The second you were both in the door, his mouth was on yours, slamming you against a wall as his hands fisted your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he pressed his hips to you, his cock brushing yours through your clothes. “On your knees, pretty boy,” Josh growled into your ear, nipping it for good measure.

You slowly sank down, though, it was apparently too slow for Josh. He gripped your shoulder tight, pushing you to the floor. “That’s quite enough playing for tonight, pretty boy.”

Josh unbuttoned his pants and hastily pushed them to his thighs, his cock springing out and nearly hitting you in the cheek. You were always glad your boyfriend went commando most nights, and tonight was no exception.

Josh grabbed his cock and tapped it against your cheek signaling for you to open your mouth, but when all he got back as a tiny kiss to the flush head of his cock he grabbed your throat harshly with his free hand. When you let out a surprised gasp, Josh took the opportunity to shove his cock all the way in and as you suppress a gag he begins relentlessly thrusting. ‘’You ought to think twice before acting like a brat. As if I don’t praise the fucking ground you walk on on a daily basis,’’ Josh growled while fucking your face. ‘’ You are going to be a good fucking boy and take what I give you.’’ Tears had started to form in the corner of your eyes at his relentless pace. He wiped them away with a smug, breathy chuckle, his pace never slowing.

In the blink of an eye Josh had removed himself from your mouth, ‘’ Go to our room, get naked and get on the bed. Ass up,’’ He said while walking away. Though this time you did not dare to disobey him, and as you scrabbled to get upstairs, you heard him in the kitchen doing god knows what. 

You hurriedly removed your clothes, eager for what awaited you when Josh returned. You couldn't help but reach down and wrap a hand around your aching cock, giving it a few pumps to relieve yourself. You were face down on the bed, not paying attention as Josh slowly came back upstairs.

“Well,’’ he darkly chuckled. ‘’What do we have here?”

Josh's voice startled you, and you let go of your cock, turning to face the doorway. “I- um, I was-” He just shook his head, his curls bouncing a little with the movement, “Tsk, tsk… I thought you were finally gonna be good for me, my pretty boy. I guess I haven't done a good enough job of training you.” He made his way to the bed, pulling you over his lap. You knew what was coming next, and it only made you ache more.

“Now, you're gonna count after each spank I give you. If you mess up, I’ll start over. I think… ten swats, five on each cheek. Sound fair?” He said lightly running his hand over your back down to your ass. 

“Y-yes, Josh,” you mumbled into the bedsheets. He grabbed you by the hair, lifting your head enough for you to look up at him.

“That's not what you call me, pretty boy,” he growled, “You know what you're supposed to call me.” You swallowed, and responded, “Yes, Master.”

Josh smiled, “Good boy. Now, you better keep count.” He raised his hand, before bringing his palm down on your right cheek. It stung, but in a way that made your cock leak in Josh's lap.

“Ah! O-one!” You whimpered, eager for the next one. Josh didn't wait long after the first one to follow up with more, giving your tender skin a quick rub between each smack.

By the time he reached nine, you already were nearing your peak. “C-close… hold on…” you stuttered, not wanting to finish so soon. Josh stopped for a moment, and you breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived, though, as he spoke up, “Then cum. I think you can handle it,’’ he spat.  And before you could get a word out, his hand came down twice as hard.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting go if you tried. Your whole body tensed up as you came in Josh's lap, your head swimming from the pain and pleasure. You barely registered Josh rolling you back into the bed, still coming down from your high. When you heard the familiar click of the lube cap, you managed to glance behind you, watching as Josh poured some into his hand.

“What? You think you're the only one getting off tonight? You can be a good boy and get me off with that perfect ass of yours,” Josh gripped your hip with one hand, pushing a lubed finger into you without warning. The stretch felt amazing, but it was so soon after you came that it was nearly too good. It didn't take long for Josh to open you up, especially with how relaxed your body was after just cumming. There was some shuffling, and then Josh was lining himself up and pushing in.

“F-fuck, you feel so good, my sweet boy…” Josh groaned as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed against your ass. You felt so full, and could feel your cock stirring again underneath you. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled out slowly, then slammed back in. You knew there'd be bruises tomorrow, and it just made your cock harden further. Josh set an intense rhythm, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. His mouth hung open and gruff moans spilled out, merging with your own breathy whines to create some kind of sinful symphony. You knew he was getting close as his thrusts faltered, unable to keep up the rhythm.

One of his hands left your hip and moved up to your throat, gripping it from behind and cutting off your air supply. “Gonna fucking cum!” He growled into your ear, “and you're gonna give me one more orgasm too.” You shook your head as he releases your throat enough for you to take in a gulp of air and speak, “I- I can't…”

“Yes you can. And you will,” Josh released your throat and wrapped his hand around your cock instead, jerking you off in time with his thrusts, “You're gonna cum for me. Cum for your master.”

It was like a switch flipped, and you were suddenly cumming into Josh's hand, tears streaming down your face as pleasure wracked your body. Josh wasn't far behind, thrusting once, twice, then stilling as he filled you up. You collapsed onto the bed as he carefully pulled out.

“You were so good for me, sweet boy… I'm gonna go start a bath, alright?” Josh whispered as he cupped your cheek in his hand. You nodded and mumbled out an, “okay,” so he stood and headed to the bathroom. 

You barely registered hearing the bath start, him helping you to the bath, or even getting into the tub. When the haze finally started to clear up, you were laying against his chest as the warm water soothed your sore body.

“How are you doing, darling? Feel okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Mhm… never better,” you reply, a smile adorning your face.

You had wanted Josh to let loose for a while now, and you always got what you wanted in the end.

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The end <3

making sam cum in his pants? 😁

Oh fuck yes

18+ only, minors dni

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

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

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

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

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

GVF and crying!reader

warnings: just a touch of angst

Josh

You've had a terrible day.

From people pissing you off at work, to spilling your lunch on the floor, to the grocery store being out of the one thing you needed, the only thing you stopped for.

So when Josh called and said he'd be home late from the studio, you broke.

"That's fine, see you in a little bit baby," you said, willing your voice not to crack, wiping at your eyes. "Are you okay?" You heard Josh's voice crackled through the speaker, "Yeah," you sighed, not wanting to keep him any longer, "'M okay. I- uh. I'm gonna get started on dinner, Love you." your voice cracked on those last two words, and you hung up before he could say anything else.

You dropped your phone onto the couch cushion next to you, curling in on yourself, and allowing the tears to flow freely down your face. You let out a short sob, wanting nothing more than to be held by Josh, but he was working late, and you felt awful bothering him over something so trivial. So, you sat for what felt like years, hoping you'd be calm by the time Josh did get home.

Through your tears, you didn't hear the front door open, Josh's sudden presence going unnoticed until he spoke. "Baby, what's wrong?"

You jumped at his voice. "Josh?" you croaked, sniffling and wiping your face, "W- I thought you had to stay late?"

"You sounded so upset on the phone, I thought being here with you was more important."

You cracked at this confession, a fresh wave of tears pouring from your eyes. "I just had such an awful day, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you needed to come home," you stuttered out, burying your face in your hands.

You felt Josh's palms against your cheeks, "You are the love of my life, I want to be here when you have awful days, to hold you and make you feel better. I came home because I wanted to, because you're worth it." He said gently, eyes shining. You sniffled again, leaning into his touch, letting him hold you like you so desperately needed.

After you calmed down, tears finally stopping, you told Josh about your day, apologizing once more before he stopped you. "Babe, you are allowed to have bad days, do you know how many times you've made me feel better have a shitty day? So many times I've lost count! If me being here to hold you is what makes you feel better, then there's no where I'd rather be. Plus, Sam was getting on my damn nerves. So you really saved me," he teased, making you giggle. "There's that smile," he sighed, before moving to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

"Now, let's order thai food from that place down the street." he said, making you laugh and roll your eyes. How'd you ever get so lucky?

Jake

Jake wasn't one to have over the top emotions, he was a level headed man (most of the time). You were the polar opposite, you suppose that's what made you two perfect for each other. Balance was the thing of like, you know.

Though, you couldn't help but look back on the first time Jake saw you cry.

It was about 3 months after you had officially started dating, putting a label on it, you were his and he was yours. And with comfortability, came arguments. No one said love was easy.

Jake had been coming home late, coming home reeking of alcohol, not bothering to say hello, or even acknowledge your presence. It was a trend you were getting tired of, but when you brought it up to him, it was the same response. "I'm fine babe, you know how you get. Emotions are a little dramatic," He'd say, brushing you off, reacting only in the slightest.

And you'll admit, you were quick to anger, quick to react, really. But for the second week in a row of this behavior, it was really grating on you. You missed the man you met.

So one morning after he came home, smelling like the bar, you struck up a conversation.

"Jake, babe. I- I have to be honest, I'm a little worried about you," you started, voice soft. "Don't be," He said flippantly, not bothering to even glance at you. "Jake, please." You urged, finally catching his attention.

"Are you really that bothered about me going out, y/n? It's not that serious," he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I don't want to start an argument-" you started.

"Fine, then let's just stop here."

"I just-"

"I said, stop."

"Jake-"

"Y/n, ENOUGH."

You gasped at his tone, tears making their way to your eyes. You willed them not to fall, worried at the reaction they'd get from your boyfriend. "I just... I miss you Jake. I-if there's anything I can do..." you trailed, voice wobbling.

He finally looked at you, noticing the way your eyes shined, tears threatening to spill. You blinked, allowing them to stream down your face, looking anywhere but his face.

"Y/n..." His voice was soft.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so. I try so hard to be good to you, and I'm fucking it up. I love you, so much. I- I was scared. I've never-" He paused, voice getting caught in his throat. He sniffled before continuing, "I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't know... How to do this..." He shook his head, his own tears falling from his eyes.

"I want to be in this with you, Jake. I want all of you, not just what you pretend to be. I love you," you breathed, pulling his body into yours, feeling the way his tears wet the fabric of your shirt.

In that moment, your emotions were equal to each others, and you felt stronger in your relationship ever since that moment.

And you know, that when you cry, so does he. Because even though he doesn't show it, he feels just as deeply as you do. And that's why you two are meant for each other.

Daniel

Danny tended to be an emotional man despite his outward appearance.

He wasn't afraid to laugh or cry in front of you. He only really hid his emotions when he was infront of the crowd. Willing the tears of overwhelming pride not to fall.

You loved this about him, you loved the way he wore his heart on his sleeve, it made you feel like you could too. Still, you seldom cried, and even less so in front of others.

Watching him on stage always made you feel some type of way. But tonight, the first show of the tour, you were beside yourself. The way they all lit up, their smiles enough to light the stage by themselves.

It was a truly beautiful experience.

They went through the show with no mishaps, watching the boys pass out the roses, watching Danny toss his sticks into the crowd. The way the fans rallied around them was heart warming, and you were honored to be a part of it.

For some reason, as Danny exited the stage, you were overcome with the emotion of the show, all the joy, and excitement crashing down on you, tears springing up to your eyes. Danny rushed towards you, pulling you into his sweaty embrace. You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the sweat that dripped off his curls.

He pulled away to smack a kiss on your lips, "did you like the show?" he breathed, that toothy smile gracing his features. You took a deep breath, and gave him a watery smile.

"Babe what's wrong?" worry seeping into his tone, eyes searching yours for an answer.

"I'm just so proud of you," you whispered, voice cracking, "I- I don't know. I just- I love seeing you do what you love, it makes me happy."

He smiled at you, "So... Happy tears?" he asked.

You let out a watery laugh, and nodded, "Yeah, happy tears." You sniffled.

"Good, for a second I was worried I was gonna have to start groveling or something." He teased, making you scoff. "I'm glad you liked the show, babe." He said finally, leaning down to give you another soft kiss, and wiping the stray tears from your face.

Sam

Being clumsy and liking to hike wasn't a great combination. You've tripped over air before, and willingly going to a place full of rocks and holes isn't the best idea.

But you loved to hike! So you and Sam packed Rosie in the car and headed off.

The day started off fine, you taking Rosie and trucking ahead while Sam stayed back a few feet, he'd brought his film camera and wanted to get some photos of the day. So far, you'd made it through with nothing but a stumble, and you got a little too comfortable, a little too confident in your balancing abilities.

You handed Roses leash to Sam and jumped up onto a rock, "Careful, babe!" Sam warned, aiming his camera at you as you posed, capturing a few moments.

You clambered of the rock with no issues, throwing Sam a confident "I'm doing great." But that notion was short lived as you stepped in a slick spot of mud, and promptly met the ground. "Fuck!" you said out of surprise as you fell, the rocky ground cutting into your knees, stinging tears rising to your eyes.

Your ankle twinged as you shifted, "Ah shit, y/n. Don't move, babe," Sam fretted, not noticing your tears. You sniffled as you shifted, tears from pain and embarrassment finally falling, "Y/n? Are you crying? What hurts?" Sam said, kneeling in front of you, Rose rounding to lick you in the face. You sniffled and pushed her away gently. "I'm fine," you muttered, cheeks burning red. You don't know why you were embarrassed, this was a common occurrence, but combined with the pain and the distress of ruining the day.

Sam brushed the stray hairs from your face, "will you tell me why you're crying?" Sam asked, worry etched onto his features. You turned away from his gaze, tears still streaming. "Well. I guess I'll just have to cheer you up," He sighed, standing straight.

You arched your brow at him, "knock knock" he started, and you sighed. "Y/n. Knock. Knock." He insisted. You rolled your eyes, "Who's there?" you croaked. "Babe will ya get the door!" he called, grinning stupidly. You couldn't help but giggle, "That was so stupid, Sam."

"Ah but it made you smile, didn't it?" he sang, thrusting a hand towards you to help you up. You groaned as you stood, rolling your ankle a few times as you did so. "You sure you aren't hurt?" Sam asked, softness seeping into his tone.

You smiled at him, "Yeah, just a couple of scratches, my ankle hurts a bit too but I'll be okay. I was mostly embarrassed." You said with a blush.

"Oh well now that just won't do! We both know I'm the embarrassing one!" he scoffed, looking around. He spotted another hiker down the path a little ways, "Hold on." He said, mischievous glint in his eye.

You watched as he walked up to the hiker "'Scuse me, sir. I really had to go but I'm not sure if I did it quite right... Can you see if there are any stains on my shorts?" He said loudly, causing you to stifle a laugh as the fellow hiker grimaced and sped around him.

"Sam, you are ridiculous." you laughed, smile unwavering. "Well, yeah. I had to get even." He said seriously.

You rolled your eyes fondly, but you knew he'd do anything for you, and you'd do the same in return.

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

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

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

A pretty guy in some pretty dresses!