Sanguine Osculum
Sanguine Osculum
Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction.
Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader
Warnings: Standard warnings for a vampire fic, along with 18+ themes in future chapters.
You'd heard the stories, of course. Deep in the woods, a desolate manor stood. The family who once called it home, they said, had all fallen victim to some illness, leaving the once bustling estate empty and unkempt.
But those who decided to explore it always spoke of an energy that seemed to exist there, of a presence that resided within the worn-down walls. Believers suggest that the spirits of the four young brothers who had once lived there still wandered the halls, unable to accept that they're no longer alive. Others just say it's a creepy old manor, empty and alone. These claims ignited a fire of curiosity within you, and you were itching to explore the place yourself.
The family, it seemed, had originated from somewhere in Europe, their lineage a long line of nobility and prestige. They were revered, held in high regard, as if royalty. Upon arriving here, however, their once illustrious name faded into obscurity. They vanished from the public eye, retreating into the confines of their manor.
This only added to your intrigue, if you were being honest. What secrets lie waiting in that old manor? Was it really haunted?
You decided one afternoon that you were going to find out for yourself, which is how you ended up stood in front of the dilapidated manor, a large pack on your back and anticipation thrumming under your skin.
The manor, once a symbol of opulence and prosperity, now sat in a state of disrepair and loneliness. Time had not been kind to the large estate, with ivy creeping up the decaying walls, nature reclaiming what was once its own. The windows, many shattered, stared out into the world with hollow eyes, as if yearning for what it once was.
The doors were still functional, with a large, ornate knocker staring back at you. Just for the hell of it, you lifted the heavy iron knocker and let it hit the door once, the noise echoing through the halls.
Nothing seemed to jump out at you, no ghosts, no squatters, no animals, so you assumed the place really was empty. You pushed the heavy door open with your shoulder, grateful you had worn something you didn't mind getting messed up as a loose splinter tore a small rip in your sleeve.
While the outside of the manor was in a rather sad state, the inside was surprisingly intact. It was dusty, sure, and some things here and there seemed damaged, but most of the furniture and knicknacks still sat as if no time had passed.
The foyer, once a grand entrance hall, greeted you with faded elegance. The air hung heavy with the scent of neglect, mingling with the faint aroma of aged wood and mothballs. Rays of sunlight filtered through the cracked and dusty windows, casting a dappled light on the old wooden floors. The faded paintings on the walls, still intact beneath the layers of dust, spoke of a time when this place was alive with laughter and vibrant conversations.
You were glad you had decided to bring your camera with you, eager to get photos of this beautiful place. Even the kitchen was elegant; black and white stone floor, white brick walls, and dark stained wood throughout the room spoke of the wealth of the family who once lived here. You wondered what kind of meals they enjoyed that were prepared here.
Your feet carried you to what seemed to be a ballroom of sorts. A large grand piano sat in a corner, intricate carvings decorating its glossy exterior. You were surprised by the lack of dust on it, as if someone took care of it.
The room itself was vast, adorned with chandeliers that hung precariously from the ceiling, their crystal droplets dulled and tarnished. The walls, once adorned with opulent tapestries and intricate artwork, now displayed faded remnants of their former glory. Gossamer curtains, moth-eaten and tattered, danced with the breeze that seeped through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows on the worn parquet floor.
As you reached the old piano, you felt a shiver up your spine. It felt like there were eyes on you, silently watching from some darkened corner. Looking around the sprawling ballroom revealed nothing, not even a mouse scuttling across the floor. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you couldn't shake that feeling.
And maybe you were just overly superstitious, but you didn't want to risk having a ghost angry at you for touching their stuff without asking.
"I-" You spoke up, stuttering at the way your voice echoed throughout the empty room, "I hope you don't mind if I play your piano. I won't break it, I promise."
And suddenly, you felt the tension in the room disappear, as if whoever was watching you was giving you permission.
You gently sat on the wooden bench, letting your fingers drift to the keys. Playing it, you were surprised to find it was still mostly in-key. You didn't know how to play much on the piano, just some simple melodies, but you enjoyed playing it, nonetheless. To be able to play a piece of history was so exciting to you.
You still felt watched as you played, but the gaze felt more curious now. Once you finished playing, you stood from the piano and glanced around the large room.
"Thanks for letting me play. I'll leave you be now," You say again to the seemingly empty room before heading back to the front room.
The sweeping staircase, its banister worn but still sturdy, beckoned you to explore the upper floors. Each step you took echoed through the empty space, reminding you of the tragedy that took place here. You couldn't help but wonder about the lives that once ascended these steps, the footsteps that once filled the hollow emptiness.
Rooms branched off from the main staircase, some to the left and some to the right. The right seemed to be bedrooms, which you left for later. The first room you came across was a library.
As you stepped into the dimly lit space, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before you. The room was lined from floor to ceiling with towering bookshelves, their wooden frames weathered by time. The shelves were filled with rows upon rows of books, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories and hidden knowledge.
Sunlight filtered through the dust-laden windows, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon the countless volumes. Each ray seemed to breathe life into the forgotten tales, giving them a chance to whisper their secrets once more. You could almost imagine the whispers of the authors, their words suspended in the air, waiting for someone to pick them up.
You ran your fingers along the books as you made your way deeper into the room, marveling at the fragility of their spines and the delicate scent of aged parchment that filled the air. The room was silent, save for the faint rustling of pages as the wind tiptoed through the cracks in the windows.
As you reached the center of the library, your eyes were drawn to an ornate desk, tucked away in a corner. The desk stood proud, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and vines. You felt watched once more, but this gaze was different. It was wary, but more gentle.
Speaking eased the tension last time, so you decided to do so again.
"Hello... I'm just here to look around. I won't take any of the books."
And again, the air felt calmer. You were certain there was a presence here, but it didn't seem angry or violent. Just... watchful. Careful of it's possessions.
You read some of the papers that sat on the desk. They seemed to be poems, or maybe songs, your eyes trailing along the faded ink. You didn't stay in the library very long, the dust making your throat tickle. You thanked the unseen presence again before moving on.
The room next door was a music room of some sort. Various instruments lay around the room, though two caught your interest: a beautiful violin and a very old guitar. At this point, you weren't surprised when you felt watched again, though this time, you felt a bit of annoyance seep into the room. You decided it would be best to leave the instruments alone; whatever was watching you seemed protective of them.
"I won't touch your things, I promise."
The tension cooled slightly, but you could still tell that you weren't wanted in here.
"Sorry if I'm intruding... I'll take my leave now."
You quickly exited the music room, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You decided to leave that room be for now; whatever was in there didn't want you in there with it.
The last room on the left side was a sitting room, bathed in the faint light of the slowly setting sun. As you stepped inside, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and lingering spirits.
An ornate bar, its polished surface covered by empty liquor bottles, commanded attention, taking up a large portion of the room. Crystal decanters, now empty and collecting dust, stood alongside tarnished glasses.
On the other end of the room, nestled beneath the glow of an antique chandelier, sat a cluster of chairs. Their faded upholstery now bore the marks of time, their frayed edges and worn cushions a result of the passage of years. A pool table, its green baize cloth marked with faint traces of chalk, stood nearby, its wooden frame showing signs of wear and tear.
You set your bag down and sank into one of the large chairs, the worn leather creaking softly beneath your weight. It was then that you felt it—an inexplicable shift in the atmosphere, as if the room had come alive with an unseen presence. The air crackled with a tangible energy, and a shiver danced its way down your spine.
The feeling of being watched returned, but this time, it was different. It was no longer a mere gaze, but a physical presence that settled in the room with you. You could almost feel the wamth of another person, almost feel the subtle disturbance of the air as they moved.
And then, in the periphery of your vision, you saw it. There was a flicker of movement, a shadow cast against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned your head, eyes narrowing in an attempt to make sense of the mysterious figure that now stood before you.
You could see dark curly hair and a white ruffled shirt, like the ones you'd see in those period dramas. Curious, dark eyes stared back at you as you stood on shaking legs, unsure of what you were looking at. The figure stepped closer, and you could finally see the rest of his features.
He was handsome, and reminded you of the old Greek statues you'd seen at the art museum once. There was something off about him, though, and his movements were too quiet for your liking.
It took a minute to find your voice, and it trembled once you did.
"H-Hello... I'm sorry for intruding..."
The young man looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow before finally speaking.
"You should leave. Your kind shouldn't be here. It's not safe."
His voice was low and rough, but there was a softer tone to the second half, as if he were genuinely concerned for you.
"U-um... okay..."
You glanced at the door, slowly walking to it and keeping your distance from the man.
"Can I ask if you're-"
"You really should take your leave. It's not wise to be here right now," he repeated.
You decided to take heed of his warning, slipping out of the room and back into the hallway. The air felt different than before, as if the manor itself was watching you. You quickly headed back down the staircase and out the front door, your heart thumping out of your chest.
Honestly you hadn't even realized it was so late, too enveloped in exploring. Reaching for your cell phone, you came back empty handed.
Shit. You left your bag upstairs.
You couldn't just leave it behind; you didn't have that kind of money. And your camera was in it too, and you definitely didn't want to lose that.
So, with a deep breath, you re-entered the manor. Climbing the stairs, you felt like you were making a mistake, but you continued on. You had to.
As you reached the landing, you could see the door leading to the sitting room standing ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound reverberating in your ears as you approached cautiously, one hesitant step at a time.
Pushing the door open, you entered the room once again, your eyes instantly drawn to the spot where you had left your bag. It lay there, innocently perched upon the worn chair, waiting patiently for your return.
With a sigh of relief, you hurriedly retrieved your bag, pulling it over your shoulders before turning around and running directly into the young man from before.
"Why are you still here?" He asked, worry in his tone.
"I- um, forgot my things..." You replied, shocked that he wasn't a ghost like you first though. His body was physical, clearly, as you had run into him. His skin was cooler than your own, but not wildly so.
"Leave now. Please," He gently pushed you out of the room, and his tone worried you.
In your rush to head down the stairs, however, you slipped. You felt the ground approaching your face, and closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact. But it never came. Instead, you felt gentle arms around you, and a new voice spoke quietly into your ear.
"Easy, Darling..."
You opened your eyes and looked up, your eyes meeting honey brown ones. This was a different young man, his short brown hair slicked back, showing off his soft features and slight stubble. He wore an off white ruffled shirt with a fancy jacket over it, his dainty features giving him a charming look overall.
"You should be more careful, Darling. You could've gotten hurt."
He had a boyish tone to his voice and didn't look like he was much different in age to yourself, though you could've been wrong. His hands were a bit clammy, but you ignored it as he helped you to the front door.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"It's quite alright, Darling," He cut you off, before smiling softly, "Now, I must ask you to head back home. You shouldn't linger around strange places so late..."
You swallowed and nodded, not missing the way he looked you up and down, his gaze landing back on your face.
"As lovely as it was to meet you and listen to you play, Darling, I must ask that you not return. It's simply for your own safety. Oh, and don't tell anyone you saw us. We don't like visitors..."
You nodded again. You certainly wouldn't be telling anyone about this. It's not like they'd believe you.
The young man smiled again, giving you a slight bow.
"Have a lovely night, Darling," He whispered, closing the door once more.
As you drove home that night, only one thought filled your head.
You had to go back to that place.
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The manor seemed just as empty as before when you decided to return, just days later. The overgrown ivy still twisted around the stone walls, casting eerie shadows in the fading light of dusk. The looming structure stood as a silent sentinel, guarding its secrets within. The heavy oak door beckoned you forward, its intricate carvings a stark contrast to the peeling paint and weathered facade. You wondered for a moment if you imagined the strange people who you had met the last time.
You were tempted to raise the heavy knocker once again, but you knew deep down that you would get no response. The manor still seemed abandoned, frozen in time, a relic of a bygone era. Yet, faintly, you could hear what sounded like music drifting through the air, carried on a haunting melody.
Intrigued and unable to resist the allure of the sound, you stepped into the manor once more. The music was drawing you deeper into its depths, the soft creaking of floorboards beneath your feet adding to the somber ambiance that surrounded you.
After a minute of wandering the lower halls, you finally reached the grand ballroom. The doors stood ajar, revealing a scene straight out of a dream— or perhaps out of a period drama.
In the corner of the room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a figure sat at the grand piano. His fingers danced across the keys with effortless grace, conjuring a haunting melody that seemed to reach the very core of your being.
Stepping closer, you recognized him as the young man from before, the one who caught you on the stairs. You couldn't see much of his face from where you stood, but managed to see that his eyes were closed and he seemed to move with the music. His brow would furrow and relax with the highs and lows of the melody, and his mouth hung slightly open, quiet mumbles spilling out unconsciously.
The scene before you was captivating, almost surreal in its beauty and mystery. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, adding an ethereal quality to the young man's performance. The melody he played seemed to echo through the vast ballroom, filling the space with a sense of melancholy and longing.
As you watched him, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his music. Each note was played with such emotion and skill, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys. It was as though the piano was an extension of his own body, each chord and harmony a reflection of himself.
His body swayed with the music, his movements fluid and graceful. You could sense the passion and dedication he poured into his playing, his entire being consumed by the haunting melody that filled the room. It was a performance unlike any other, and one you knew he expected no one to see.
As the music reached a crescendo, his eyes fluttered open, revealing depths of honey brown that seemed to hold a thousand thoughts at once. But then, he played a sour note, his body going stiff as he slowly turned to make eye contact with you.
"What are you doing here...?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion, "I thought I asked you not to come back."
He stood quickly, his movements as graceful as a dancer.
"I'm sorry... I just- I had to... I needed to make sure what I saw last time was real..." You tried to explain, stumbling over your words as he approached.
"As much as I'd love to keep your company, darling, you can't be here," He whispered, using that name again. The one that only made you want to stay here longer. He stopped a few feet away from you and stood so still you couldn't even see him breathe. It was as if he was afraid to come closer, or even breathe the same air as you.
"Why is it so dangerous to be here?" You asked, taking a step forward, "That's what the other boy said too, the one with the curly black hair."
The young man tilted his head to the side, "Curly black hair... you met Daniel?" His confusion turned to concern, "You didn't happen to meet anyone else, did you?"
You shook your head.
He reached out, as if to turn you towards the door, "Then you still have a chance to leave. I'd do so before either of them know you're snooping around here again-"
"Sam?"
Another man's voice echoed down from the top of the stairs, and the brown haired boy, Sam apparently, stiffened.
"Damnit..." He muttered, grabbing your arm and leading you to a closet, "Stay in here and do not make a sound. Just trust me."
With that, he pushed you in and shut the door, leaving you in the dark, dusty storage closet. You pressed your ear against the door, straining to catch any sound from outside.
The muffled voices of Sam and the newcomer drifted through the wooden barrier, "Sam? Who's down here with you?" This voice was lower and had a slight rasp to it compared to Sam's more boyish tone.
"There's no one here, Jake. It's just me."
The other man, Jake, seemed to be unsure of that answer, his footsteps coming every so slightly closer.
"I can smell that someone else was here, Sam. You know that no one can-"
"Jake, it's probably just from the person who was here the other day. They were messing with my piano, so it probably still has their scent," Sam explained, though you didn't understand what he meant. You didn't stink, did you? You sniffed yourself but could only smell the dust and mildew in the closet. It tickled your nose, and you did all you could to hold in the sneeze threatening to come out.
"Maybe... I just don't like it when people come snooping around. If any of them find out, they'll be here with pitchforks and torches by nightfall."
Unfortunately, you could only hold in the sneeze for so long.
"Achoo! ... shit..."
The sound echoed through the dark, dusty closet, interrupting the stillness that had enveloped the space. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized your cover had been blown. The muffled voices of Sam and Jake abruptly halted, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to last forever despite it only being a few moments.
The closet door was suddenly flung open as you locked eyes with who you assumed was Jake. His brown hair fell effortlessly to his shoulders, and there was an undeniable elegance about him, an air of regality that seemed to set him apart from the others. His outfit was different too; a red vest and jacket that showed off much of his chest and the necklaces that lay there, paired with red suit pants and white pointed dress shoes
But it was his eyes that captivated you the most. Like Sam's, they were a piercing amber-brown, but there was something about the way Jake looked at you that made you shiver. It was as if he was looking through you instead of at you. It was both unsettling and electrifying.
His lips curled into a snarl, revealing unusually sharp teeth that glinted in the sparse illumination, adding to his menacing demeanor. Without a word, he grabbed the front of your shirt, his grip firm and unyielding as he backed you against the wall.
With his face mere inches from yours, you could see every detail of his nearly perfect skin. His gaze bore into you, as if searching for answers you were not even sure you had. The intensity in his eyes was like a storm brewing, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.
"Who the hell are you, and why are you here?" His voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with anger. The weight of his question pressed down on you, demanding a response that you struggled to form.
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of your own fearful breaths. In that moment, you felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cat, helpless and exposed.
The seconds stretched on, each heartbeat echoing in your ears like a drumbeat of impending danger. The dim light cast shadows across Jake's face, accentuating the sharp angles and the intensity of his gaze. It was as if time itself had slowed down, trapping you in this moment of uncertainty and fear.
But just as you thought you might crumble under the weight of his scrutiny, Sam spoke up, placing a hand on Jake's arm, "Let them go, Jake. I promise they're not a threat to us."
Jake's grip on your shirt loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on you, "You know their kind and our kind aren't exactly friends, right, Sam? What's stopping them from ratting us out the second they leave?"
Ratting them out about what? For being weirdos living in some old manor in the woods?
"I- I won't say anything! I swear on my life!" You manage to blurt out, the words tumbling out of you in a desperate plea.
Sam butted in again, "Jake, please. It's the one chance we have to see what people are up to now. Please?" He sounded like a child begging their parent to let them keep a new pet.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake released his hold on you, stepping back with a wary look in his eyes, "Fine. But if you say one word to anyone, I'll gut you."
Jake turned on his heel and stormed off, his coat billowing behind him. His footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, fading into the distance like a distant thunderstorm. Alone with Sam now, you turned to face him, taking in the subtle downturn of his shoulders and the crease of worry etched into his brow.
"I apologize about him. He doesn't trust people very much anymore..." Sam's voice was apologetic and worried, "He'll eventually get over it. Just, ah, please don't tell anyone about us?"
You sighed in annoyance, still confused about all this, "Tell anyone what?? I still have no idea what or who you guys are!"
It was Sam's turn to seem confused.
"You... you don't? I assumed you had returned because you figured it out..." Sam trailed off, suddenly looking a bit embarrassed, his brows knitting together in a perplexed expression.
"Oh. Well... hmm..." Sam's voice trailed off, suddenly less sure sounding than before.
"Well?" you prompted.
Sam took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of whatever knowledge he carried. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I, um... my brothers and I... we're not human. Not anymore, at least..." Sam's voice wavered, the confession weighing down his every syllable.
You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but all you found was raw vulnerability.
"You're... not human?" The words felt foreign on your tongue, a question you'd never thought you'd say.
Sam nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, "We're something else now. Something different..." His features were drawn with worry, his eyes pleading for understanding, "I know this is a lot to take in, but please... we mean no harm. We're just trying to survive, to exist in a world that isn't made for us."
Not human.
The words echoed in your thoughts as questions fought for attention in your mind, demanding answers that seemed to slip through your grasp like water through a sieve. Not human. Then what was he?
You could touch them, so probably not ghosts; they weren't rotting in front of you, so not zombies, a voice in your mind reasoned, trying to make sense of the impossible truth standing before you.
You looked at Sam, truly looked at him, and actually took in his features. His smooth, perfect skin that accentuated the sharp angles of his face, his amber eyes that leaned a little more red than brown, and his too-sharp teeth, elongated and pointed, glistening slightly under the light filtering through the dusty windows.
Oh.
It all made sense.
The pieces of the puzzle fell into place with a resounding click, and suddenly, the world around you seemed to shift. Sam stood before you, a creature of the night, a being that belonged to the shadows.
"You... You're a vampire??" You ask in a hushed tone, a part of you still not believing it.
Sam nodded slowly, his features softened by a hint of sadness, "Yes, I am. And so are my brothers. We... we never wanted this life, but it chose us nonetheless." His voice was a whisper, full of longing for a world long gone.
"Do you... feed on people?" You ask, stepping back.
"No! None of us do. We can stay satiated enough with the wildlife in the surrounding forest," Sam assured you, taking a step to keep the same distance between you both, "Trust me, I don't like it either. I didnt like eating animals even before becoming this. But I can assure you that none of us will hurt you."
You cast a glance to the doorway where Jake had just stormed off, "What about him?"
"Jake's just highly overprotective of us. Most people tend to run screaming when they discover they're standing in a house full of vampires."
You stayed still for a moment, considering your options. You could run away like others apparently had, and try to forget this place and it's otherworldly inhabitants. But there was something in Sam's demeanor, a certain earnestness in his voice, that made you want to stay.
"You promise none of you will hurt me?" You ask, watching as Sam's face perks up at your words.
"I promise. I swear on my eternal life," Sam grinned, placing a hand over his heart. His teeth glinted in the light, but strangely, you weren't scared of him.
"Alright then. I'll trust you... Sam, was it?" You say, relaxing slightly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself, did I? My name is Samuel Francis Kiszka, and it's a pleasure to meet you, darling," Sam bowed dramatically, peeking up at you after a moment with another grin, "But you may call me Sam."
You told Sam your own name, chuckling when he decided to keep referring to you as "darling" instead.
"Now, I'd love to give you the grand tour, if you'd like?"
You, of course, agreed.
As Sam led you through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, you couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the place. You followed Sam's tall figure, his movements graceful yet purposeful, as he showed you around the rooms you had only briefly passed through before.
The ballroom, with its ornate chandeliers and marble floors, stood as a reminder a bygone era. Sam spoke of the nights when music and laughter filled the room, when guests twirled in elegant gowns and tailored suits. His voice echoed in the vast space, recounting tales of extravagant parties and lavish gatherings that once graced the halls.
Next, he guided you to the kitchen, where the scent of spices and herbs still lingered in the air, even under all the dust. The massive hearth, now cold and dark, had once been the heart of the bustling room. Sam pointed out the intricately carved cabinets and shelves, explaining how the pantry used to aways be stocked with supplies from the nearby village, ensuring that those living in the manor at that time never went hungry.
Moving on, you entered the dining room, its long table still set with fine china and silverware. The high-backed chairs stood empty, a stark reminder of the absence of guests. Sam's voice softened as he described the family meals shared around the table, the laughter and arguments that had once filled the room now reduced to nothing but memories in his mind.
The last major room you were shown on the lower floor was the main sitting room. Though also covered in a layer of dust and it's windows cracked and curtains torn, it still seemed grand. The large couches were made of fine velvet and leather, clearly expensive in their time and still worth a hefty sum today. The large fireplace, all of its bricks imported from Europe according to Sam, used go heat nearly the whole house.
"Though, we don't really have a need to keep cool or warm anymore. In fact, we seem to run colder than ever before," Sam explained, "We can feel warmth but it doesn't do much, Sam continued, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. As he spoke, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes, a distant longing for sensations that he could no longer fully experience.
The warmth of a crackling fire, the gentle touch of sunlight on his skin – all of no use to him in the eternity of his existence. Maybe all the romance novels had made you forget how lonely the life of an immortal must be.
"But enough about me," Sam turned to head out of the sitting room, gesturing to the large staircase, "I think you should formally meet my brothers."
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CHAPTER 2:
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I think each of the boys would have a different way of greeting you after getting off stage:
I think Jake would put his arm around you, ask "how'd you like it?" and then drag you into the shower with him. He'd tell you that he was thinking about you the whole show, and make the bathroom a little extra steamy.
Josh would plant a wet kiss right on your forehead and snuggle into your neck before taking you to his dressing room and changing whilst you make him a throat coat tea. (He'd definitely save you a rose).
Sam would just flop down on the green room couch, practically laying on top of you, koala-ing himself onto you and thank you for coming. He'd absolutely pass out until it was time to go, and then coerce you into "helping" him change.
Danny, I think, would make the biggest deal, wrapping you in a tight hug, maybe even picking you up off the ground and spinning you around. He would most definitely kiss you and make you shower with him. He'd also ALWAYS ask what your favorite part was.
Rainy Days
Sam x gn!reader
Warnings: None, fluffy :-)
Very short like 500 words
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You woke to the light sound of rain pattering against the window, the light gray sky coming into view as you shifted to sit up.
Sam was still snoring softly next to you, you smiled as you watched his chest rise and fall.
Rainy days with Sam were always your favorite. Everything seemed slower, gentler. No one was rushing around or hurrying to get anything done. It was nice to take things slow, especially when daring someone in the fast lane.
Sam shifted as he woke, "Are you watching me sleep?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Just a little bit..." you whispered back.
"Creep."
"You love it."
He smiled as he rolled over to meet your eyes, "yeah, I do," he sighed. He turned his head towards the window, eyes lighting up at the sight of rain.
"Perfect day for gardening." He said, smiling spreading across his face. You wrinkled your nose at him.
"Perfect day for mud." You retorted, but you knew he was going to drag you out there anyways.
And he did. After the two of you had finished breakfast, he ushered you out the door, grabbing his tools, not bothering to put on shoes or change out of his sleepwear.
You watched fondly from the porch as he let the rain dampen his hair and his clothes. "C'mon! I need your help," He said smiling, crossing the yard to the garden. You stepped out, letting the feeling of the rain settle over you, you have to admit, it was nice.
you brushed your now wet hair out of your face and crossed to meet Sam in the garden, to which he promptly greeted you with a handful of mud.
You gasped, feeling the cold substance on your skin, "Samuel!"
He smirked at you, "what are you gonna do about it?"
You stepped, trying not to slip on the slick grass, grabbing a handful of mud from the empty planter next you, and launching it at him. Unfortunately for him, it hit him square in the face. You gasped, trying to hold back laughter, "Oh god, babe, I'm so so-"
He cut you off, grabbing a hold of you and wrestling you to the ground, you shrieked as the two of slipped and slid against the ground, effectively covering your bodies in mud. You laughed as you flipped him over, pinning him down, "I win," you said smugly.
Your victory was short lived, because in a matter of seconds, he was flipping you over so your back was on the ground. Your chest heaved as you laughed, trying to dodge the muddy water that dripped from his hair.
"No. I win." He said, before leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips. You tangled your hands in his hair, pushing into his touch.
You sighed as you laid back against the ground, Sam rolling off of you to copy your position, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.
You laid there next to each other, reveling in the sounds of the rain and each others breath.
Yeah. You loved days like this.
Even though you never ended up gardening.
~Birthday Treat~
Josh Kiszka/Reader
It's your birthday! Let's see what Josh got you, hm?
18+
Warnings: oral, fingerings, sex, minor gagging, slight sub/dom themes
Josh was always so good to you, but he practically worshiped you on your birthday. He'd start sweet, breakfast in bed, giving you a gift he had made just for you, plenty of kisses and cuddles...
But soon, his kisses would travel a bit further down to your throat, leaving hickies and nipping st the skin. His hands begin to wander, sliding up your shirt to lightly trace your sides.
"Can I give you your other gift, love?" Josh's voice, laced with a hint of huskiness, sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush, his eyes dark with desire as he awaited your response.
You nodded, the soft caress of his lips against your inner thighs sending shivers cascading through your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your heart raced in anticipation, your body alive with a hunger that only he could satiate. As you gazed into his eyes, dark with desire and adoration, you knew that this was just the beginning of a long night.
And then, with a breathless whisper of your name on his lips, Josh reached your core, his tongue peeking out between those soft lips to tease you through your panties.
"Haahh... Josh..." You mumble, one of your hands coming down and burying itself in his curls. He hums a noise of enjoyment as he kisses and sucks your sensitive bud through your panties. Once he deems your panties wet enough, he hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls them down, tossing them to the side.
Once he had access to your exposed core, he wasted no time. If there was one thing you knew about Josh, it was that he ate pussy like a starving man. He'd dig his hands into your thigh meat, trapping you in place while he worshiped you. He'd always have your juices in his mustache and dripping down his chin by the time he was done, but that's the way he liked it.
His lips were a velvet caress against your skin, every flick of his skilled tongue against your sensitive flesh making you twitch and writhe. You could feel the heat building within you, a delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
"Josh- I'm-" You warned him, tightening your grip in his hair.
"Mm, give it to me love..." He mumbled against your clit, and then you were done. Your back arched as he lapped up all of your release, not letting a single drop go to waste. Once he was done, he scooted back up the bed to kiss you. You could taste yourself on him, which just made you more aware of how turned on you still felt. You reached down to wrap a hand around him, only for him to shake his head.
"Today is your birthday, love. It's all about you."
You could feel how hard he was, and knew that he would just ignore it all night if you didn't stop him. He was certainly a giver in bed... You chuckled, sighed, and, with one swift move, ended up on top of him.
"(Y/N) you don't have to-"
"I want to."
It didn't take long for you to remove Josh's pants, what with him usually wearing very loose-fitting pants around the house. But even as you moved to straddle him, eager to show him the same level of devotion he had given you, Josh gently but firmly guided you back down onto the bed.
"Love, this is all about you today," he whispered, "I just want you to-"
Whatever he was about to say was muffled by the ball of fabric you unceremoniously shoved in his mouth. It took him a minute to realize you had gagged him with your panties, but a minute was all you needed to be back in his lap.
"That was a very naughty trick, (Y/N)," Josh teasingly scolded once he spat out the fabric. He gripped your hips gently, smiling up at you with those adoring brown eyes of his.
Smiling back, you pressed a tender kiss to his lips as you sunk down into his lap, your hips flush with his. Your hands instinctively fisted in his curls, tugging gently as you deepened the kiss, lost in the moment.
Josh responded with a low groan, his hands now gripping your hips, guiding and encouraging your movements.The air was heavy with the heady scent of citrus and cologne, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of your combined arousal. You could feel Josh's hips begin to stutter, and he brought one hand down between you both to circle your clit, bringing you to the edge once more.
"Wanna... together..." He mumbled into your ear as you both neared your peaks, though you were just a moment before him, "Fuck- (Y/N)!"
Josh let out a long moan as he finally let go, emptying his release into you. You felt his body tense beneath you, his hands gripping your hips tight enough that you knew it'd leave bruises later.
Eventually you both came down from. your high, and you collapsed back onto the bed, just pulling the blankets over you both. You'd deal with the cleanup later; right now was cuddle time.
The dim light filtering through the curtains painted the room in a soft, golden hue, casting a warm glow over your bodies. Josh's chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, his heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your ear as you nestled into the curve of his neck. hearing the soft rustle of the sheets as you shifted closer to each other.
"Happy Birthday, (Y/N). I love you..." Josh whispered, leaning down to meet you in a another kiss.
"Best birthday ever," you say back, smiling into the kiss.
Happy birthday, @gretavansmooch !!
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.
Literally I love the way you draw Josh oh my god
Josh with cheese
this art has a funny backstory and caused someone to unfollow me and kick me out of an art competition LOL
I've gotta make a design for him like this fr
okay but........ 👀👀👀
We need more sub Josh fics around here omggg
Temperance
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! M (s) female (d). kissing, name calling, cursing, praise, slapping, slight degradation, ending, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, toy use, anal play, anal fingering,
“Please-fuck! Please,” Josh wined, bucking his hips up, trying to chase the feeling that you were now pulling away from him. The sound of the metal restraints clinking against the bed frame that were at either side of his head, making a smirk form across your face.
“Something you want, baby?” you asked him in a seductive tone while bringing your thumb to the tip of his cock, wiping away the precum that was beaded there. Josh let out a whine and threw his head back into the pillow.
You had been torturing him for hours. Letting him come so close and then ripping that feeling away from him without any hesitation. The first two or three times you could tell he was getting a kick out of it, a cocky smirk plastered on his face while he enjoyed the sight of you teasing his cock. Now, he had turned into a whining mess, begging, and pleading for you to make him cum. His chest now rose and fell heavily with each shuddering breath he took, and his soft curls now stuck to his forehead as a layer of sweat now glistened across his naked skin.
Each round was different, you had started off soft and easy, lightly dancing your fingertips across his stomach and up his thighs. He looked down at you watching while he leaned his head against the pillow. His eyes darted back and forth from your face and then to your hand, watching while you slowly dragged it along his skin. You would giggle when you saw his muscles jump as your fingers danced over a sensitive spot and when you brought your eyes up to look at him you could see his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
You had slowly worked up an easy going pace, teasing him with your hand and then with your mouth. The sight of him looking down at you while you took his cock into his mouth was a sight to behold. Josh’s brows were knit tightly together with his mouth parted in the perfect ‘o’. You could tell he was trying to refrain from bucking his hips up to fuck into your mouth by the way his thighs twitched underneath you.
When you found him getting closer, alerted by his soft moans and whimpers that fell from his mouth, you pulled away. Josh would whine and shoot his body forward, the clicking of the metal restraints telling you just how badly he wanted to reach out and touch you to pull you back to him. The muscles in his jaw flexed while he threw his head back down on the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes and took in a shaky deep breath before opening them and staring back at you. You could tell he was a complete mess, but he was trying his hardest to remain composed the best way he could.
Josh swallowed thickly and took in another deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. “Please mama,” he mumbled, his soft honey-colored eyes pleading with you to give in for just a moment.
“What baby? Tell me what you want,” you cooed, rubbing the palm of one of your hands up his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Josh looked down at you and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Wanna cum,” he mumbled.
“Hm?” you asked, gently licking your tongue over the tip of his cock. Josh shuddered and let out a soft groan, arching his back and slowly rolling his body towards you.
“Fuck! Let me fucking cum!” Josh hissed, losing his composure. The look he shot you would normally have made you freeze in your tracks but given the position he was in you knew for a fact he could do nothing about it.
You looked back at Josh and shot him a glare of your own, while you clicked your tongue. “That wasn’t very nice Joshy,” you replied back, pushing yourself up from where you were laying between his legs to now sit back on your heels.
Josh’s behavior immediately changed, and you watched him soften his face, his doe eyes looking up at you from under his lashes. “I’m sorry mama, I promise I won’t do it again. Just come back,” he pleaded.
You pushed yourself off the bed, looking at Josh to see him looking at you with a confused expression on his face. You gave him a soft smile which he returned but you could still see the wheels turning in his head while he tried to gather what you were planning.
You stepped over to the side of the bed and reached a hand out and stroked the top of his cheek. Josh turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as he nuzzled into your palm.
“You know you’re very pretty like this…fucked out and begging while your cock twitches and leaks for me,” you coo, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. Josh sucks in a breath and watches your finger while it comes to a halt right below his belly button only a few inches away from his cock. Your eyes stay fixated on his face, watching his reaction but out of the corner of your eye you can see his dick bob up and down, eliciting just the reaction you were hoping for. The tip of his cock is covered in his own arousal. When you see it twitch, you also see the thin string that connects it from the tip of his cock to where it rests along his abdomen.
Josh notices the sudden softness in your voice and perks his head, a small gleam of hope in his eyes. “Yeah?” he breathed breathlessly, “you think so?”
You bite your lip and hum out a response of approval while removing your hand from his abdomen to brush away the loose strands of hair that now stuck to his forehead. “Of course, I do…,” you say, giving a soft smile, “But.”
You watch Josh’s demeaned change suddenly at your words and see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. “But?” Josh mumbles.
You comb your fingers through his untamed curls and then grip him at the root, tugging so he’s forced to tilt his chin upward. “But you haven’t been behaving nicely and we can’t just let that slide now, can we?”
Josh’s let’s out a small groan when you tug at his hair, but you can tell he secretly enjoys it by the way his cock twitches below him. “No,” Josh whines, “we can’t.”
You smile down at him and move your face close to his and press a soft kiss to his lips before releasing your grip on his hair. Josh moans into the kiss and you once again hear the restraints rattle.
Stepping away from the kiss, you turn around and walk over to the dresser. “W-what are you doing mama?” Josh asks, his voice sparking curiosity.
You pull open one of the drawers and begin to rummage around, searching for the one thing you had set your mind on. You push away a pair of socks in the back of the drawer, revealing the item you had been searching for. You smirk and grab ahold of it and then turn back to face Josh.
Josh looks at you and then quickly glances at the item in your hands. In your hand was a fleshlight you knew Josh kept hidden in the back of the dresser. “Fuck mama, you’re gonna fuckin kill me,” Josh sighs, pressing his head back against the pillow.
A smirk pulls at your face, and you start to walk over to the bed, opening the drawer to the nightstand. You quickly find the bottle of lube laying inside the drawer and pull it out. “You think you can handle it?
Josh swallows and looks back at the toy in your hand. You can see his breathing start to pick up again and you know you’ve piqued his interest.
“Yeah, yeah I can,” Josh rushed out quickly. You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, wondering if he would truly be able to handle it.
“You gonna be a good boy?” you ask, opening up the lube and squirting some of it inside the toy. Josh lets out a soft whimper and quickly nods his head.
“P-promise mama. I’ll be so fucking good,” he rushed out, seeming rather eager at the idea of you using his toy on him.
You finish squirting the lube into the toy and then dip your middle and index finger into it, spreading the liquid around to coat the inside of it. “Fine,” you say, tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed and then proceeding to climb on it. You swung a leg over the top of him, position yourself a little lower on his thighs as you straddled him.
“But” you say, grabbing hold of the base of his cock, hovering the toy right above his tip. “You can’t fucking cum.” And with that, you press the toy down, agonizingly slow onto his tip.
“Fuck, fuck,” Josh groans, trying his best to steady his body that had already began to shudder. He thrashed his head from side to side, closing his eyes for a brief second while he desperately tried to fight against his body’s reactions. His thighs twitched beneath you, and you could feel the slight rock of his hips as he tried to buck them up. You placed your free hand on the side of his hip, pushing it back down into the mattress. “Uh-uh, you know better.”
Josh took in a deep breath, his eyes still shut. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat and with each breath he took, you could see his chest now rising and falling at a slow and steady rhythm.
“There you go baby,” you cooed while slowly pushing the toy all the way down onto him. Josh’s mouth parted and a breathy moan pushed past his lips. You bit your lip and watched Josh while you began a slow and steady rhythm over him. His head was turned to the side, highlighting his strong nose and the tops of his cheeks which were now flushed with a light shade of pink. His eyes were still shut which made you turn your attention to his long dark lashes that touched the very top of his rosy cheeks. He always looked beautiful but seeing him like this was your favorite.
Josh let out soft moans and whimpers while you continued to glide the toy over him. His hands that were restrained at his sides were bawled into loose fists, riding out the wave of pleasure that now coursed through his body.
“Open your eyes for me. Want you to watch while I fuck you,” you whispered. Josh slowly opened his eyes, looking at your face with lids lowered halfway making him look completely fucked out. You peered back at him with a small grin but then found yourself letting out a low groan as you watched his eyes flick down to your hand that was slowly moving the toy over him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth which made you glance at the small gap between his front teeth. Josh let out a soft groan, leaning his whole body back against the pillow as he fully submerged himself in his own pleasure.
A cocky grin startled to tug at the corner of Josh’s mouth now knowing the effects he was now starting to place on you. You had to give it to him, even though he was in no place to try and provoke or challenge you, he always knew the best way to get yourself riled up even if your attention was fully placed on him.
“Watch it,” you hissed, breaking up the slow rhythm by slamming the toy all the way down on him and holding it still so he was buried inside. Josh lurched forward but then was quickly pulled back by the restraints. His brows were knitted tightly together, and his jaw was loose, letting a moan escape past them.
“Fuck mama!” he grunted, pushing his hips up against the toy, burying himself further into the soft, silky walls of the toy. This time, you didn’t try and push his hips back down and let him chase it, knowing you soon were going to rip it away.
“Yeah?” you quipped, cocking a brow at him while you slowly pulled the toy off of him and plunged it back down. Josh let out a hoarse moan from deep in his chest and nodded his head slowly while darting his eyes back and forth from your face to the toy.
“Good,” you said and began a steady pace over him. Now the room was filled with Josh’s cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds that came from the toy each time you plunged it down on him.
You let yourself watch, your eyes casting down to watch your fist gripping the toy as you worked it over him. Each time you pulled the toy upward, you could see the sticky mess that was created, clinging to the base of his cock and slowly dripped down to cover his balls. You felt your own lids get heavy with lust seeing the sight before you. “God, you’re a fucking mess,” you muttered.
Josh met your eyes and slowly nodded while pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth. “I know mama," he panted, “you always make such a mess out of me.”
A soft groan left you and you flicked your eyes back down to watch. You kept the same steady rhythm over him and let your free hand start to rub against his thigh, squeezing and kneading at the firm muscle. You shifted yourself further back on his thighs, so you now were sitting just above his knee.
With each pass of your hand, you let it come higher and higher. This time when you slid it back up, you let your thumb graze the side of his balls. Josh let out a groan, his eyes finding yours. You saw the enticing gleam in his eye, which made your blood start to rush with excitement.
You slowly started to move your hand over and softly cupped his balls in your hand. Josh let out a moan and arched his back which only made him press himself further into your hand the toy that you were still working over him. You started to roll them around in your hand and you watched Josh’s reaction.
He was a panting and whining mess with his chest now rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm unlike before. You could tell he was getting more and more worked up, but you weren’t quite done teasing him and the both of you knew it.
Josh closed his eyes for a moment and rolled his neck, the veins on the side of his neck poking out a bit while he took in a shuddering breath before he opened his eyes and stared at you. His pupils were blown completely wide and the warm brightness that was usually held in his eyes was completely stripped away. “Please,” he muttered, his bottom lip hanging down a bit letting you see the saliva that coated it while his eyes pouring into you desperately pleading with you.
“Please what?” you asked nonchalantly, pretending you didn’t have an idea as to what he was asking for. You cupped his balls a bit harder which made him flare his nostrils a bit and his eyes roll backwards. He shut his eyes for a second before he shook his head from side to side, clearing his clouded mind. His eyes locked back with yours and you watched as he tilted his head down a bit to further catch your eyes. God he always looked so good when he was begging…
“You know what I want, baby,” he whispered.
“You’re right…I do know,” you hummed back to him. Your eyes then darted to the side, glancing at the bottle of lube resting next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and you watched as his own danced around your face, trying to figure out if you were truly going to give him what he wanted.
You let out a sigh and nodded. “You have been really good for me….,” you replied, and you instantly saw Josh’s eyes grow wide with excitement. “But. I swear to God you better not fucking cum Josh,” you said through gritted teeth.
Josh quickly nodded, “I won’t, I promise I won’t,” Josh rushed out. You nodded and let out a soft hum of approval. You pulled your hands away from, keeping the toy on him as it laid against his stomach. You reached to the side of you, grabbing the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. You gently shook the bottle and then squeezed the clear liquid onto your pointer and middle fingers.
You closed the bottle and tossed it aside as you began to spread the lube over your fingers by letting them rub against the pad of your thumb. When you looked back at Josh, you saw him looking back at you staring intently at what you were doing. You reached forward and took the toy back in your grasp, making Josh shudder ever so slightly.
You started to move the toy back over him, picking back up the steady pace you were using before. You let your other hand move downward, grazing over the top of his balls before continuing their decent lower. Your middle finger was the first to make contact with his entrance and you slowly started to swirl your finger around it. Josh let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips up, making your finger slide over him again.
“Yeah? Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked in a soft voice, slowly adding more pressure as you continued to swirl your finger around him. All Josh could do was respond with a nod of his head, too far gone by the feeling of you moving the toy on him and the added feeling of your finger as it swirled at his entrance.
You wanted to catch him off guard, so you suddenly started to move the toy over him quickly which made him curse loudly and thrash his body around. You continued to work over him and when he squeezed his eyes closed and let out a loud groan, you slipped your finger inside of him.
Josh’s breath was caught in his chest and his eyes quickly flew open and settled on you. “O-oh fuck,” he moaned, lifting his hips up to meet the rhythm of the toy as you pressed it down on him. You slowed the rhythm of the toy down just a bit and began to slide your finger in and out of Josh.
Again, the sound of the restraint clinking drew your attention to them, and you watched one of Josh’s bawled fists flex outward before he pressed it back into a tight fist. You continued your movements with your eyes fixated on every part of him. You had done this so many times that you now knew exactly how to calculate when he would tip over the edge.
The slight twitch of the muscle in his abdomen alerted you along with his now staggered breathing. You began to toe the line, switching up the rhythm of the toy and seeing just how long you could drag it out. Josh started to whine, and his shaky breaths told you just how close he was.
“Don’t you fucking do it,” you hissed through your teeth, flashing him a stern look. Josh swallowed thickly and nodded his head. You held his eye contact and curled your finger upward. Josh’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he turned his face to the side and bit down on his bicep to stifle his moan.
“Mama please I-I can’t,” Josh whimpered. You let out a sigh and slowly pulled the toy off of him but kept your finger inserted in him.
“Fine,” you said, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You knew even without the toy; he would still be just as close with your finger pumping inside of him. You started to pump into him with a steady rhythm watching his face and chest now become covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the light.
You slid your finger out of him, rubbing a small circle over his entrance and then added your other finger and pushed into him. Josh let out a deep moan and threw his head back while you began to work both of your fingers in him.
“Fuck baby feels so fucking good,” he moaned.
“I know baby fuck- you look so fucking good,” you hummed back, taking in the sight of him completely losing control over himself.
When you start to pump your fingers faster into him, you could tell that he was starting to teeter over that edge again. You didn’t let up your movements though, you continued at the same pace not giving into him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh moaned, trashing his head to the side. You watched as his dick started to twitch and the muscle in his stomach started to tighten. “Mama, I-I’m gonna cum. Can I please fucking cum?”
You shook your head and continued to pump your fingers. “No Joshy, not just yet.”
“Baby- ah fuck! Please!” Josh cried.
“Don’t you fucking do it Josh,” you hissed. Josh tried to calm himself down by taking in deep breaths, but you knew it was no good. You curled both of your fingers which made him cry out and then pulled your fingers out of him, but it was too late.
Josh cock started to twitch, and you watched as his cum spurted from his tip and coated his stomach. Josh’s head was thrown back against the pillow, his Adam's apple on full display. He turned his head to the side, rubbing his damp forehead against the inside of his bicep before he turned to you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, and you watched as they softened and looked at you apologetically.
You took in a deep breath, turning your head to the side and clicking your tongue against your teeth. “Thought you promised me you wouldn’t?”
“Mama please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I-I just…fuck it felt so good,” Josh stuttered out, trying to regain control of his breathing.
“Oh! Well, if that’s the case,” you chirped out, “Then it’s fine,” you said with a warm smile.
Josh frowned; a look of confusion come over his face. “Wait really?” Josh asked, letting a relieved sigh follow him.
“No,” you said sternly. You immediately reached for his cock and grasped it firmly in your hand. Josh let out a whine and when you swiped your thumb over his tip, he bucked his hips up and cursed at you. “Still a bit sensitive?”
“Mmm, yes mama,” Josh breathed out, “very sensitive.”
“Too bad,” you said and then started to stroke his cock quickly. The combination of the lube that was still left on his cock and the cum that coated the tip of his cock, made your hand slide over him with ease.
Josh’s breathing picked up again and his whole body seemed to twitch beneath you. His hands yanked hard against the restraints, and you could see the veins on the tops of his hands and arms poke out. “Fucking christ! Fuck you!” Josh hissed.
You clenched your jaw and when you stroked him upward again, squeezed ever so slightly on his tip. You leaned forward, your face hovering right over his. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Josh’s eyes held yours and you saw him glare at you. “I said…fuck yo-”. He was immediately cut off by you bringing your hand up and delivering a sharp smack to the side of his face. Josh’s head turned to the side, and you watched him push his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You could tell that your sudden reaction had secretly turned him on by the way his cock twitched in your hand.”
“Fucking brat! God! And you were doing so well,” you said, clicking your tongue against your teeth. Josh let out a deep sigh, but you could see the corner of his lip twitching as he forced away a smile. You did the same and pressed a soft kiss to his nose before straightening yourself back up over top of him.
You continued to stroke your hand over him, and you watched his eyes slip shut. It wasn’t long before he started to shake again, still riding the wave of his first orgasm. “Fuck mama, I’m so fucking close,” Josh whined.
“Good baby good,” you whispered softly, sliding your hand up his shaft and twisting your wrist once you got to his tip.
“Fuck! Can I? Can I please cum,” Josh pleaded, looking deep into your eyes. You battled it around in your head, but you knew you had put him through enough tonight. When you slowly nodded your head, you watched as relief flooded over his face.
You picked up your pace again and when Josh started to shake you slipped your other hand down and pushed your finger back into him. “Cum for me,” you said, curling your finger upward.
That was all he needed before he came completely undone, cumming harder than he had the first time. He squirmed beneath you, his legs shaking, and cock twitching as warm spurts added to the mess that he had already made on his stomach. You let out a hum of approval and slowed both of your hands, steadying them. Josh laid there panting before you, soft moans slipping past him while he rode out the length of his orgasm.
When he finally calmed down, he opened his eyes back up and gave you a toothy grin. You smiled back, pulling both of your hands away from him. You scooted yourself higher over him and leaned yourself forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you let your face hover only a few inches away from his. “So good baby,” you said, bringing a hand up to wipe away the sweat that was beaded at his forehead.
Josh let out a deep sigh, his face now looking completely relaxed as a wall of exhaustion now hit him. “You know I love you, but can you please get these off of my hands,” Josh said with a slight chuckle. You chuckled back and nodded, leaning yourself up while you started to undo the restraints.
Once they were off of his wrist, his hands immediately grabbed onto you, holding you close to him. His hands slid up and down your sides, softly gliding along the fabric of your shirt. You let out a soft him, sinking into the feeling of his gentle touches.
“You made quite a mess,” you said, glancing down to his stomach. Josh chuckled and followed your gaze.
“Guess I did.”
“Shouldn’t be too pleased with yourself, didn’t even tell you that you could the first time,” you said, cocking a brow but now hiding the smile that was on your face.
“I know baby I know but fuck…you know I love your hands. They feel so good.”
You smiled at him and gave him a knowing look. “Oh, trust me I know…”
“Won’t happen again I promise,” Josh said softly, grinning back at you.
“You say that but we both know how you are…you and that fucking temper of yours. So impatient,” you quipped back, pressing a kiss to the top of his cheek. Josh blushed a bit and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah...I know. Now…let me take care of you,” Josh said and grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you now were on your back with him hovering between your legs.
“Oh!” you said, raising your eyebrows while you looked up at him.
Josh leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Hands up mama…it’s your turn now.”
Tag list:
@iliana-gvf @thunderstomp-and-tequila @bathingin-thelight @darianh07 @gretas-sweat @withlovegvf @dannyshair-blog-blog @gretasfallingsky @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @stardustcatcher @mysticalstarcatcher @itsafullmoon @jordie-gvf @jazzyfigz
A pretty guy in some pretty dresses!
A bit of fluffball Josh with his yellow floral jumpsuit for today <3
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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