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jake lane waiting for mirador 🤝 danny lane waiting for the curl routine

I’m not okay (I promise)

Relief | Josh Kiszka

Word count: 2239

Warnings: 18+, This shit is freak nasty, minors begone! Pissplay, m!sub, spanking, boot riding, general smut stuff idk man????

A/N: This is a re-upload of a fic I took down a while ago on another blog! Also, I understand content like this is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay! No one is forcing you to read it!

The last few songs of the show were a blur for Josh. He played things cool, but behind all the waving and blowing kisses to the crowd, the only thing he could focus on was the growing ache in his bladder. As the boys took their final bow and exited the stage, he pushed past everyone, desperately trying to make it to his dressing room bathroom to relieve himself. 

He practically burst through the door, startling you as you scanned the frantic look on his face. “Love, what’s wrong?” You questioned, standing up from the couch and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. 

“Nothing nothing I just- fuck can we save this Y/N?” He scrambled through his words. “I really have to take a leak.” 

You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face at his words. At this point he was whining instead of speaking. Looking down, you could see his legs clenched together, almost trembling as he stood in front of you. 

You snaked your hand down from his face, to his chest, and you finally landed on his crotch. Josh let out a shaky breath at the contact alone. You rested there, cupping his clothed length in the palm of your hand.

“Fuck baby..” He moaned, “Please just let me go. I promise I’ll make you feel so good after I’m done.” You chuckled at his attempt to stay in control of the situation. 

“What’s the fun in that?” You tilted your head, giving him a look of faux pity as you pulled your hand away and sat back down onto the couch. “Strip for me, lovely. Wouldn’t wanna ruin that pretty jumpsuit of yours would we?” 

It was pathetic how fast he slipped it off and tossed it over the chair in front of the vanity. Now that you had a clear view, you could see just how hard he was. His cock looked painfully flushed. You made eye contact with him, silently pointing to the floor in front of you. He protested at first, letting out a huff, but ultimately he obeyed. 

You leaned forward, ruffling his curls and watching intently as he leaned into the touch. “My good boy. Keep behaving and you’ll get what you need, yeah?” 

He nodded eagerly at your words. “Yesyesyess” He trailed on breathlessly, “I’ll be so good for you I promise I-“ Josh shut up abruptly when he felt you give him a light nudge with your boot, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking at the contact. 

“What? You gonna get off on my boot? Hump it like a bitch in heat? Gonna make a mess sweetheart?” That must’ve struck a nerve, because as soon as the words left your mouth Josh all but pounced onto your shoe, desperately grinding against the cool leather for any relief he could get. His head fell back after a few moments as he reveled in the pleasure. Soft moans slipped off his tongue, sweet like honey, but laced with a need that lacked any sort of innocence. The ache in his bladder was still very much prevalent, though now it was mixed with another feeling bubbling inside of him, and that made it all the more painful. 

A few minutes passed of you just admiring him, enjoying the show he was putting on. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat that made a few stray hairs stick to his forehead. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped or whimpered had you in a momentary trance. A particularly high pitched whine brought you back to reality. He must’ve found a good angle because the soft sounds quickly evolved into strained, loud cries. You could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, ruining his eyeliner when they dropped from his waterline and ran down his flushed cheeks. 

“My sweet boy..” You cooed, “I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now. I almost feel sorry for you.” Without warning you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. Giving him no time to react, you raised your hand and delivered a smack to the side of his face, earning a choked whimper on his end. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but definitely hard enough to sting for a bit. You gently soothed the spot with your thumb. “Color?” 

“Green- oh fuck fuck..” He panted as he let his head fall forward. “Please..fuck please I’m so close I need to-“ 

“Need to what? Come on, can you use your words for me?” You knew exactly what he wanted, no needed, but Josh had to say it himself. You raised your boot slightly and pushed against his bladder. The action had him folding in on himself, his legs quickly snapping together in an attempt to keep himself at bay. 

“Need to come..and and..fuck I need to piss babe- please??” 

“Up.” You said, motioning with your hand. While he stood up you made quick time of discarding your shirt and jeans. As much as you would’ve loved to let him make a mess of your clothes, you didn’t have anything else to change into when the two of you left later, so discarding them was the best option for now. 

You relaxed against the couch once more, gently pulling him onto your lap. Instantly his hands were all over you as he tried to coax any sort of sympathy he could get out of you. “Careful, I only said I’d give you what you want if you behave.” His touches became more gentle after that, slower and less frantic. You reached your hand down, wrapping it around his length. A barely stifled moan tore through him. He was putty in your hands. He always melted under your touch, and you absolutely loved the power you held over him. You began to move your hand, slowly at first. Then gradually worked him up to a good pace. 

It wasn’t long before he was crying again. His whines became incoherent mumbles, and you had to physically hold his hips down. “Are you close? Wanna let go for me, darling?” 

He nodded, or at least tried to. He was so far gone that it was more so just him twitching his head slightly. You leaned forward and planted a few kisses up his neck, and a final one just below his ear. Safe where no one would find it. “Come on doll, let go for me.” You whispered. 

What followed your words was pornographic. Josh’s head flew back as he screamed your name. The white stripes of his release painted your hand as well as both of your tummies. He twitched in your lap, engulfed in ecstasy. After a moment he began to come down from his high. His cock softened slightly, but you didn’t stop pumping him. You knew he wasn’t done, and so did he, but it was embarrassing to admit. You used your free hand to trail down his torso, stopping just above his bladder. Josh shuttered when after a moment, he felt you press down more roughly than before. 

“Fuck I can’t- hold it much longer.” 

“Shhhh,” You whispered, “give it to me sweet boy.” You removed your hand from his torso and reached down to pleasure yourself. He let out a broken cry, it hurt, but it felt so damn good to finally get the relief he had been chasing. The initial warmth of it had you throwing your own head back, resting on the back of the couch. You were both moaning in unison at this point as the stream continued. It covered his thighs first, then yours, some even dripped down between your legs. You heard it come to a stop before you felt it, and the whole scene had your head spinning. It was intoxicating. After a few more labored breaths from the both of you, you finally made eye contact again. His cheeks were somehow an even darker shade of red than before, and his mouth hung open in a way that perfectly showed off his soft, plump lips.  

“That was-“ You began, but before you could finish the sentence you felt something poking against your tummy. You looked down and let out a coo “Aww, you already hard again love? Not finished yet?” You teased. 

“We don’t have to, I can take care of it myself if you want.” 

“Nonsense. I’ve got something in mind, baby. Don’t you worry.” You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his, taking in what you could of the soft moment before what was to come. He pulled away first, breathless and panting. “Can you stand up for me, sugar?” He complied, albeit slowly. You let out a giggle at his struggling, but eventually he was up. You stood up after him, the feeling of him running down your legs was enough to make you falter for a moment.

You took his hand and led him over to the vanity, pushing the chair with his jumpsuit on it carefully out of the way. You gently placed your hand on the small of his back and rested it there for a moment before raising it up and pushing so that Josh was now bent over and on display. “You look so pretty, don’t you think?” Without warning you tangled your fingers in his curls and yanked his head back. “You’re gonna watch yourself, okay? You’re gonna take what I give you, and if I catch you looking away this all stops and I’m leaving you on your own. Got it?” 

He let out a shaky breath and nodded as he made eye contact with you through the mirror. “Good boy.” You praised. Your hands naturally found themselves on his ass, kneading at the soft flesh. “Ready?” He whispered a small ‘yes’, and that was enough for you. You raised your hand up, and within seconds it was making contact with his skin again. The sound cracked and echoed throughout the dressing room. “Count.” You said.

“One.” He whined, the tears already starting to form in the corners of his eyes again. You gave him little time to recover before continuing with another spank. 

“Fuck- two!” He cried out.

The two of you continued like that until you got to 14. He was painfully hard, precum coating his fingers as he pumped himself under the desk. You were going to protest, but he had been good. The least you could do was let him touch himself. “You close baby? Can you give me one more?” He nodded eagerly, his legs starting to shake as he struggled to hold himself back. You nodded back to him, taking in a breath before landing a final spank on his ass. 

“Oh god- fifteen!” Moaned Josh, holding out the ‘ee’ sound. With that he was toppling over himself, finally slipping over the edge as the ribbons of his release painted his fingers. You held him there, careful not to let him fall as you rubbed soft, soothing circles into his skin. After he caught his breath you slowly turned him around, raising his hips up a bit so he was now sitting on the vanity. 

“You did so good angel..” You whispered, “I’m so so proud of you.” You trailed gentle kisses from his forehead, to his cheeks, and finally a soft peck on the lips. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” He smiled at you and shook his head, and you nodded in response. “Okay love, how about we go get you cleaned up? Then we can go back to the hotel and curl up in bed.”

You walked him carefully to the bathroom of his dressing room, which luckily had a decent sized shower. You stepped forward to turn on the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot. You both liked it a bit on the cooler side, especially considering how hot and stuffy it had been in the dressing room. You were the first to get in so that you could help him stay steady as he got in as well. Your hands gently snaked around his waist, holding him there as the water ran over both of you. 

“I love you.” He said, his voice cutting through the white noise of the water. 

“I love you more.” You replied. 

“Impossible.”

You both washed each other, leaning into the touch of the other when they were doing your hair or scrubbing your skin. It wasn’t long before you were done, and you both stepped out of the shower. You dried off and fetched your clothes from where you’d thrown them earlier. Josh grabbed his ‘normal clothes’ from his bag and changed with you. He carefully hung his jumpsuit up to be collected by the crew later. He grabbed his belonging, as did you, and before you knew it you both were making your way to his car.

The air outside was cool and refreshing. “Am I driving?” He asked. 

“Of course not. I’m not gonna make you drive after all that. You’re way too tired.” 

He protested, but switched sides with you and allowed you to hop in behind the wheel for the short drive to the hotel. “I would’ve been fine, you really didn’t have to..” He trailed on.

Josh was out cold and snoring before you even got out of the parking lot.

Cowboy couple set

THE CROWN 2016

To do nothing is the hardest job of all. And it will take every ounce of energy that you have. To be impartial is not natural, not human. People will always want you to smile or agree or frown. And the minute you do, you will have declared a position. A point of view. And that is the one thing as sovereign that you are not entitled to do. The less you do, the less you say or agree or smile, the better.

My Chemical Romance : Sing - Live from LA

Real I fear

Guys what the fuck I don't know why I am feeling baby fever right now I'm literally a lesbian but I can't stop thinking about dad danny and this song 😭

I imagine him sitting on the couch playing guitar while you're in your rocking chair with the baby and he plays super quietly so it doesn't upset them. You softly sing along as he plays, looking down at your child all peaceful and sleepy in your arms. You look up at him for a moment, the realization setting in that you two created that soul together, and its just such a beautiful moment of connection. You feel yourself tear up, and you see him start to as well. You smile at eachother, before looking back down at the perfect little angel in your arms and everything starts to make sense.

Is that too much to ask for? (The answer is yes definitely 😭)

A ripple to the roar, an echo to the thunder.

A wave in the soundscape. The pulse of the night.

As the piano’s notes reflect the mood of the moment

Electric echoes drown in the downpour