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April 11th 2017

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Jaiania held her breath as she walked past Josh and his twin brother Jon. She kept her head down, hoping they didn’t notice her walking by them. She absolutely did not want to have a conversation with either of them - especially Josh -. After their failed relationship and trainwreck of a breakup, she would rather play in traffic than have a conversation with him. 

She almost made it past them without being noticed. “Damn girl you just gon walk right past us.” That was Jon. Jaiania forced a smile on her face and turned around to face them. 

“Oh, hey.” She said, keeping her eyes on Jon. “Didn’t see you there.” She shrugged when he gave her a ‘yeah right’ look. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes when he realized that she was trying her hardest to not look in his direction. 

This is awkward she thought as she rocked back on her heels before pointing in the direction she was walking. 

“I gotta go. Nice seeing you though,” She said to Jon, still ignoring Joshua’s presence. 

She hurried down the hallway feeling their eyes on her. 

Jon turned to his brother once she rounded the corner. “Look at what you did,” He said, smacking Josh on his chest. Josh rolled his eyes. 

“I ain't do shit. Come on, we gotta get ready.”  Josh did not want to hear that bullshit. He was in the wrong just as much as she was but since everyone loved Jaiania he took all the blame. 

Jaiaina groaned as she saw Jon and Josh walking her way a couple of hours later. This must be my lucky day, two times in one night, she thought bitterly. She could normally avoid Jon and Josh but they seemed to be everywhere she was today.

“Congratulations guys.” She said referring to the Smackdown tag team titles they had just won from Chad Gable and Jason Jordan. 

“Thank you, Jai,” Jon said, trying to give her a sweaty hug. She pretended to throw up and moved away from him. “Is your arm okay tho? That rinpost spot looked pretty rough.” 

“I’m totally fine.” Jaiaina lied. “Looked way worse than it actually was.” She said, smiling at him. 

“Yeet!” He said, making Jaiaina roll her eyes. “We goin’ out to celebrate our big win tonight, you in?”  

Jaiaina let her eyes cut over to Josh who thankfully wasn’t looking at her. “Uh. I can’t. I have plans already.” That got Josh’s attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes at her. He wasn't normally one for gossip but he had heard some things about Jaiaina and another one of their co-workers recently. 

“So the rumors are true huh?” He said with a scoff. “You move on fast.” Jaiaina cut her eyes back over to him and glared. 

“Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Josh sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “You heard me.” 

Jon let his eyes ping pong between the two of them. He knew he needed to stop them before they became explosive. “Uce, come on. It ain’t worth it. ” Jon said trying to pull his brother along but Josh wasn’t budging. “Josh, stop. Let’s go Uce” 

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea,” Jaiaina said as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away from them.  6 months of silence and the first thing he said to her is something about some bullshit ass rumors?! Pathetic 

“And then he had the nerve to talk about me moving on too fast,” Jaiaina said to Trinity and Carmella as they sat in the VIP section of a club. “I mean, he broke up with me. What does he care if I moved on or not.” She said as she downed another shot. Carmelle and Trinity shared a look but didn’t say anything.  “And what fucking rumors?!” She turned to her best friends. “Yall heard rumors about me?” She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes when they both nodded. 

“Yeah, but we obviously don't believe it,”  Carmella said. 

“What's the rumor though?” 

Carmella shrugged and sipped her drink. “Something about you and AJ” 

Jaiaina's eyes widened. “AJ STYLES?!” She asked louder than necessary. “Ew, what the fuck. Where did that fucking come from?”

 Carmella sighed. “Okay, here's what I know. Apparently, someone saw you and him  leaving a hotel room together a couple of weeks ago.”

 Jaiaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Do these people know that he’s married and I would never do that to Wendy or his children?” She sighed. “And Josh knows that Allen was my mentor during my time in TNA.” 

“Girl you know how Josh is. He’s being an ass because he misses you.” Trinity said and Jaiaina rolled her eyes.  

“Yeah well, he shouldn’t believe rumors about me.” 

“And you miss him too, right?” Trinity questioned. 

Jaiania rolled her eyes. “Of course I miss him, I never said I didn’t.”

“ Do you still love him?” 

Jaiaian took another sip of her drink before answering. “Yes I still love him, but it is extremely obvious that he never did. We break up and the first thing he does is go fuck on one of our coworkers? That’s foul. Now every time I walk past that hoe she got a fucking smirk on her face that I wanna smack off. ” 

Trinity and Carmella found themselves nodding along with Jaiaina’s statement. It was an extremely foul thing for Josh to do. 

“I still don’t know what possessed him to do that. “ 

“I do.” Jaiaina rolled her eyes. “He been wanting to fuck Dasha. Surprised he didn’t do it  while we were dating.” 

Trinity rolled her eyes at her friend. “Josh may have been an asshole but we all know he wouldn’t cheat on you.” 

Jaiaina hummed as she took a sip of her drink. She then eyed her friend. “Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with your husband?” 

“Oh, about that.” 

Jai narrowed her eyes at Trinity before letting out a gasp. “You didn’t !” 

“I’m sorry! I know we already planned this girl's night and I didn’t wanna flake on y'all.” 

Jai scoffed and turned towards Carmella who was already looking at her with guilty eyes. 

“I invited  Corey too.” 

Jaiaina had to stop herself from throwing a temper tantrum. “You guys” she whined. “Girls night mean just girls.” She pouted. 

Trinity and Carmella burst into laughter. “We’re sorry! But look, we can have a girl's night once we go back to Florida. Just us.” 

“Fine,” Jaiaina said, still pouting. Just as she was about to take another sip of her drink, Jon, Josh and… Dasha fucking Jackson. Jaiaina scoffed and adverted her eyes from the couple. 

“I’m sorry,” Trin whispered as stood and greeted her husband and Corey purposely ignoring Josh and Dasha. Carmella did the same and Jaiania couldn’t have been more grateful for her friends. 

Don’t let it get to you, Don’t let it get to you. She repeated in her head as Dasha made a point of showing she was Josh’s girl now by placing a kiss on his lips. Once Dasha looked in her direction, Jaiaina stood from her seat and walked over to the bar. The drama was something she did not need nor want tonight. 

She let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the bar. She had successfully gone months without being in the same space as Josh because it hurt. It hurt to look at him and not be with him. She said some foul things the day they broke up and so did he, but she never expected him to literally go and fuck another woman THE SAME NIGHT. 

“C’mon, you too pretty to be frowning.” Jaiaina had to stop herself from swinging on the slimeball that just slithered his way next to her. She turned her head to the side to face him and he smiled thinking he got her attention. She cringed at the food he had stuck in his teeth. 

“Thank you,” She said referring to the compliment. “But, uh no thanks.” She said referring to his advances. The bartender set down her rum punch, Jaiaina grabbed the drink and tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm. 

“Don’t be fucking rude.” He scoffed. “You didn’t even ask me my name.” 

“That’s cause I don’t wanna know your name!” She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp. Just from how tight his grip was, she knew she was going to have a bruise. “Let go of me!” 

“Don’t be such a bitch!” He spat at her, Just as Jai was lifting her knee to hit him in his balls, he was forcefully grabbed, which caused him to release her arm. 

“The fuck is you doin’?!”  

Jaiaina let out a gasp as Josh pushed the slimeball down to the ground. By now, more than half of the bar had turned their attention to them. “Don’t put ya’ fucking hands on her like that. Fuck is wrong witchu?!” 

Slimy McSlimerson tried to kick his feet at Josh but Josh sidestepped them and then kicked slimeball in his face, knocking him onto his back. Slimy let out a groan as he started to hold his now broken nose. 

“You alright?” The bartender asked coming around the bar and taking Jai’s arm in his hands, inspecting it. “You want me to call the cops?” 

Josh gently pulled Jaiaina away from the bartender, making him drop her arm. Jaiaina’s eyebrows furrowed together as Josh wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side.  “Nah, we good,” Josh said eyeing Slimy on the ground. Josh was tempted to knock Slimy’s teeth down his throat but decided against it as he led Jai out of the club and into the night's cool air. 

Jaiaina said nothing as she let Josh lead her outside. She momentarily allowed herself to lean into his familiar touch before remembering their current situation. “I’m fine now.” She said, taking another step away from him. “You can go back into the bar.” 

“And leave you out here?” He asked. “Bab–Jaiaina, you shaking.” 

“Okay, so send Trin or Mella out here. Go back inside.”  Josh sucked bus teeth and pulled off his black bomber jacket he was wearing and handed it to her. 

“Just take the damn jacket Jai” 

“I don’t want your damn jacket, Joshua. And I damn sure didn’t need your help back there. I had it.”

Josh scoffed and grabbed her arm, making them both look down at the purple bruise that was forming. “Yeah okay.” He snorted. He hated that she was so stubborn. “You can hate me all you want Jaiaina. But if you gon’ wait out here in the damn cold, take the damn jacket.” 

Jaiaina huffed and snatched the jacket out of his hands. “Happy?” She asked with a sarcastic smile and she slid her arms into the jacket. 

“Very.” Just as he said that the side door to the bar opened and her group of friends and Dasha spilled out. Dasha eyed the jacket and then narrowed her eyes at Josh, who was still looking at Jaiaina. 

“Girl! Are you okay?!” Trinity cried out as she and Leah rushed over to their best friend. Jai broke eye contact with Josh and turned her head towards her friends. 

“I’m fine. Just some weirdo who doesn’t understand the meaning of No.”  

Trinity, being the emotional drunk wrapped her arms around Jai’s head and pulled her down, so Jai’s head was resting on her breast. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you friend.” She whispered as a few tears slipped down her face. Jon and Josh sucked their teeth. 

“Man, Trin get off her.” Jai let out a soft laugh as Jon pulled Trinity away from her. 

“Did I ruin the mood? Or can we go back in?” Jaiaina asked. 

“Hell no! You didn’t ruin the mood! C’mon!” Leah said as she grabbed Trinity’s and Jaiaina’s hands and started to lead them inside. 

“Actually. I’m not in the party spirit anymore… We’re gonna head back to the hotel. Dasha said as she walked over to Josh. Jaiaina hated the way her heart tightened in her chest. Jaiaina watched as Dasha slipped her hand into Josh’s, her fingers curling around his in that intimate, effortless way that people who were in love did. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a bit longer?” Josh asked, his voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth Jaiaina had once loved.

Dasha's hand tightened around his. “I’m sure. Come on, let’s go.” There was a finality to her words that Jaiaina couldn’t ignore.

Jaiaina’s chest tightened. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t hurt at all.

She and Josh had broken up for a reason—no matter how hard it had been. She told herself she was over it. Jaiaina forced herself to look away from the couple. 

“I think I'm gonna head back too. I forgot I have an early flight to Birmingham in the morning.” 

Birmingham? Josh arched his eyebrow at the mention of Birmingham. He knew there was only one reason why she was going there, which meant she lied to Jon earlier when he asked about her arm. 

Trinity and Leah shot her playful glares, but their smiles quickly softened into teasing hugs. After making Jaiaina promise to hang out once all three of them were in Florida, Jon, Trin, Leah and Corey walked back inside the bar. 

Jaiaina stood there awkwardly. She pulled her phone out of her clutch and ordered an Uber. She could feel Josh and Dasha’s eyes on her. 

“Oh, your jacket,” Dasha said as their Uber pulled up. 

“She can keep it. It’s cold as hell out here Baby.” Baby.. just hearing that Josh had a nickname for Dasha made Jaiaina sick to her stomach.  

“It’s fine..” Jaiaina trailed off as she took the jack off and handed it back to Josh. “I should have brought out my own coat.” 

“Yeah, you should have.” Dasha scoffed and snatched the jacket out of Jai’s hands. 

Be the bigger person Jaiaina thought, don’t beat this bitch’s ass. 

“C’mon man, you ain't have to snatch it,” Josh muttered as he walked towards the Uber. Dasha rolled her eyes and stomped after him. 

“Well, why did you give her your jacket? Could have let the hoe freeze for all I care.” 

Jaiaina gritted her teeth as the door to the Uber slammed shut and they drove away. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the deep breathing exercises her therapist told her to do. Forcing herself to take slow, deliberate breaths in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth...

It didn’t work. Not this time.

Dasha was so lucky that Jaiaina actually enjoyed her job, cause Jai would have BEEN beat her ass by now. 

Jaiaina’s head had barely hit the pillow before three sharp, rhythmic knocks echoed through the room. Her stomach twisted into knots at the sound of the knocks. 

There was only one person in the whole world that knew three was her safe number. Sighing, she threw the covers off of her, grabbed her pink Versace robe, and opened the door.

“Why did you lie to twin earlier?” Jaiaina blinked. 

What?” she scoffed, a quick laugh escaping her. “What are you talking about?”

“Earlier, Jon asked about your arm. You said you were fine but you not. Why you going to Birmingham in the morning.” 

“What I have going on in my life doesn’t concern you anymore Joshua,” Jaiaina said firmly, trying to shut down the conversation before it could go any further.

“Don’t do that.” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t act like you weren’t a major part of my life.” 

“I was. Not anymore Joshua. Go back to Dasha and leave me alone.” 

Josh’s jaw tightened as he took a deep breath trying to compose himself. “Look, I know –” 

“No,” Jaiaina said as she started to shake her head. “I’m not doing this with you.” Josh looked confused as she started to close the door in his face, at the last second, he put his foot in between the door and the fame. Jaiaine huffed as he easily overpowered her and gently pushed her away from the door. 

She stomped over to the bed and threw herself down on it, while Josh shut the door behind her and went to sit in the armchair that was placed between the bed and the window. 

“Josh, it's been six months since we last talked. Let’s just go back to that.” 

“I don’t want to. I fucking miss you Jaiaina.” 

Jaiaina laughed making Josh scoff. 

“The hell so funny?” 

“YOU!” She exclaimed as she jumped from the bed and pointed at him. “You think you can just come swoop in like some type of Superman after what you did?! Fuck off, Joshua!” 

“Jai, I know I said some fucked up shit but -” 

“Said?! No nigga. It's about what you did!” She cut him off.  “The fact that you fucked that bitch the same night we broke up was foul as hell Joshua!” 

“Woah!” He called out, jumping to his feet. “I ain't do no shit like that. Fuck is you talking about.” 

Jaiaina let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah okay.” She said mockingly with a roll of her eyes. “The bitch already told anybody who would listen. The same night you walked out of our hotel room, you went to her! And you fucked her.” Jaiaina couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears that threatened to spill since the bar came flowing down her face.

"Jai, I swear to you, that's ain’t what happened," Josh said, his voice low and urgent. He took a step towards her, but Jaiaina backed away, shaking her head.

“Don’t Joshua. Just leave.” 

“Hell no. I’m not going anywhere. I lost you once, I’m not doing It again.” 

Jaiaina childishly covered her ears. “I’m not listening to any of the bullshit you are spewing tonight Joshua!” She uncovered her ears and narrowed her eyes at Josh. “Okay let's just say, you didn’t have sex with her the same night. You’re still with her now! And don’t deny it, I heard you call her baby.” When Josh didn’t deny it, Jaiaina felt her heart break even more. “Please just go. Go back to your girlfriend and go back to ignoring me.” She whispered as she lowered her eyes to the ground. 

Jaiaina heard him sniffle but she didn’t lift her head to look at him. “I never wanted to hurt you Jai.” Jaiaina didn’t say anything back, she didn’t have anything to say. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about Josh by the morning. 

Josh sighed and started walking towards the door, the silence between them was too much. It was suffocating. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make things right. But he didn’t know how. With one last glance at Jaiaina, he turned and walked out the door. 

As soon as the door shut, Jaiaina broke down, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her sobs. Outside, Josh leaned against the closed door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. He could hear Jaiaina's muffled cries through the thin barrier, and each sob felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to burst back in, to take her in his arms and explain everything. But he knew she wouldn't listen, not now.

April 18th 2017

Birmingham, Alabama

Jaiaina knew it was stupid to go through this surgery alone, but WWE provided the best doctors so she knew she was in good hands. 

Waking up from surgery was a feeling she would never get used to. She let out a groan at the dull ache in her right shoulder and immediately she heard someone shh her and place a straw at her lips. The comforting sensation of the water helped clear some of the haze, but as she blinked her eyes open, the shock of who was sitting next to her hit her like a ton of bricks.

“I gotchu, relax.” 

“What are you doing here?” She whispered,  her voice scratchy and weak from the anesthesia.

“Making sure you alright and not alone.” 

“Josh please –” 

He shushed her again. “I broke whatever I had with Dasha off. Imma be truthful and say that yeah, I got with her to fuck with you after I heard the rumor about you and AJ but, I did not have sex with her that same night. To be honest, I never had sex with her, I haven’t had sex with anybody since you.” 

Jaiaina’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know how to respond to that. She had spent the past six months hating Josh because she thought he was a slimy asshole. She didn’t know how to feel right now. 

“Josh I-”  She started, 

“I’m not asking you to forgive me, Jaiaina,” Josh continued, his voice soft but firm. “Not right away. Aight? I know I messed up, and I know it’s not gonna be easy. But I’m willing to work this out, but only if you want to.”

Jaiaina stared into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried she would never get rid of the love she had for this man. It was a big relief to finally hear the truth about the night that they broke up but he still hurt her by ignoring her for six months. 

“Please.” He whispered. “I always seen you in my life. Always seen you as the mother of my kids. Just give me one more chance.” 

Jaiaina’s breath caught in her throat. This was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him in the three years they had dated. 

“Okay,” She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But I swear on everything I love, this is your LAST chance.” 

Josh's face lit up with a mixture of relief and hope. He gently took Jaiaina's hand, careful not to disturb the IV line. “I promise you, I won't mess this up again. I love you too damn much.” 

Jaiaina stared at him for a second before a small smile came across her face. “I love you too.” 

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this sucked 😮‍💨😫

I've had this halfway written for about a year and just decided to say fuck it and finish it. I really do hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Side Note:

Jaiaina had torn rotator cuff.

Josh definitely bribed and threatened an intern to tell him what was wrong with Jaiaina LOL!

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O.M.G.

I FOUND THIS PROFILE A COUPLE DAYS AGO I AM IN SHOCK YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING. back to the request, how about a submissive Josh?...where he moans and begs to be fucked and looks at you with his puppy eyes? omg that would be perfect♡

p.s.: thank you so much for your work! it's really fantastic:)

You're too sweet!!! I can definitely see him just sitting on his knees, begging you to fuck his brains out, yes. I guess many see him as kinda dominant, but I personally think he’s a switch. Anyways, enjoy some sub Josh headcanons! 

Submissive Josh

You’ve been teasing him all day, knowing that he’s been hot and bothered, not having had a chance to do something about it. You arrive inside, and he immediately starts kissing you, hoping it’ll lead somewhere. You kiss him back, but pull away quickly to take off your coat and outerwear. Taking a long time so he just stands there like a lost puppy, waiting for you to give him attention again. 

“Something wrong, Josh?” “Fucking hell, I’ve waited all day, please, just please” “A whiny mess, are you?” 

You sit him down on the sofa, placing yourself on top, straddling him. His hands wander, of course, but you don’t mind. He’s allowed to this time. While kissing, you feel him twitch underneath you, hips starting to grind against you, begging for attention. 

“Josh… You’re not gonna get anything if you keep this up” He whimpers in reply, stopping himself from getting off on you. Your hand goes to the back of his head, grabbing his hair and pulling it back. He looks up, making you lock eyes with this adorable messy man. They’re glossy and desperate, wide-eyed like a puppy, begging you for satisfaction. 

“You want me to do something?” “Yes” he whimpers, hands going up your waist. You cup his bulge, the small touch making him let out a desperate moan for more. “Tell me how much you want it” “So, so much. I need you so bad” 

With a satisfied answer, you get off his lap, unbuttoning his pants painfully slow as he starts regulating his breathing. You drag his pants and boxers down, his dick popping out throbbing and red. You take hold of him, pumping a few times slowly, causing his head to fall back on the cushions as he moans your name. 

However, you’re not done teasing him, and your tongue makes its way to his shaft, small licks all over, especially on his tip. His hips bulge automatically, wanting you to take him fully. “Can you” “Use your words” “Please suck me off, get me off, right now, please” 

He looks down, breathing heavily, chest heaving and eyes pleading. How can you say no to that? Finally, you fully take him, letting him into your mouth and filling as far as you can go, hand still squeezing his shaft and other one massaging his balls. You suck your chins in, making sure not to hurt him with your teeth. 

He pleads for you to go faster, repressing the urge to hump his hips into you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head down on him. You sense his tension, steadying yourself on his thighs as you up your speed, making him finish not long after. It had been a long day teasing him after all, and you’re surprised he even lasted this long based on it. 

You take it, showing him your tongue filled with his liquid, and swallowing it right after. He looks at you in awe as you take your place on his lap again, kissing him deeply and letting him taste himself.

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Grapefruit Juice/j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ jealousy, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), dom josh/sub reader, food play, a little bit of discipline & cockwarming if you squint, mocking/teasing, praisepraisepraise

as always pls lmk if any tags are missed

a/n: this one’s been brewing since this picture dropped… sorry to keep it for so long…

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“I don’t like that you do that.” You huff, throwing yourself into a chair opposite of where Josh’s sitting.

“What’s the matter? Jealous?” He smirks, stretching his arm across the back of the couch.

“No! Just- what if you get sick or something? It’s not always about jealousy, Josh.”

“Seems to me like you’re pretty jealous. Maybe I should bring one of those girls back here instead.”

“What do you mean?” You know what he means, you were more giving him a chance to fix his statement than you were asking for clarification.

“I mean I came back here, ready to fuck my girl after a long show, and she’s bitching because I kissed a couple fans. But those fans,” He leans forward while waving his hand towards the door of the green room. “They’d be glad to watch me touch myself, let alone be the one doing it.”

“Then do it.” If he wants to play games, you’ll play, too. You knew he wouldn’t actually bring someone backstage, especially for sex, it was more risky than a kiss. Josh sighs and stands from the couch before making his way to the door.

“Yeah? And make you watch?” A tinge of jealousy resurfaces as you watch him slowly wrap his fingers around the door handle. He looks back at you, almost waiting for you to protest his actions, but you don’t. No matter how much jealousy boils inside, you won’t let him win. Gripping the arm rests with your hands, you begin pushing yourself out of the chair.

“Aht, sit and stay.” Josh glares at you with a hint of annoyance, his coffee brown eyes warning you to obey him.

The worst part is you did obey him.

Sitting and wallowing in your shame, you wait for what feels like forever before Josh returns. His presence lingers behind the door, his voice low as he speaks to someone. When a female voice responds, all sense of security is ripped from you. The door handle rustles before finally opening, Josh peeking his head through the gap.

“Look at you, all obedient and shit,” He quips, staring deep into your soul as he brings the rest of his body inside the room, shutting the door behind him. He changed and returned with… A grapefruit? Josh is wearing his usual outfit, those damned khaki pants and a white t-shirt he somehow always kept white. He barely removed his makeup, remnants of black eyeliner smeared across his lower lash line. Your eyes can’t stop watching as he tosses the grapefruit in his hand, effortlessly catching it each time.

Josh makes his way to the couch in silence, leaning back into the cushions as he continues staring at you. He was playing a game, granted you weren’t sure what kind. Josh digs his thumbs into the top of the grapefruit, and just when you think he’d start peeling it, he turns it around and presses his thumbs into the other side. You inch yourself forward on the chair, trying your best to understand what the hell he’s doing. While he continues with the silence, working his fingers into the fruit, you decide to keep the game going.

“So where’s the lucky girl?” You chide, and disregarding the length of your skirt you cross one leg over the other. Josh’s eyes can’t help but meet your lace covered core as you catch him biting his lip.

“Oh, she’s right in front of me,” He sighs, licking the grapefruit juice off his thumbs before adjusting himself on the couch. “Except I wouldn’t call her lucky.”

The sight of his thumbs tucked between his pretty lips drives you mad. Oh how you wish it was your mouth he shoved his fingers into until you gagged on the flavor.

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“Because you’re not allowed to touch me, only watch.” His free hand reaches down and begins undoing the zipper and button to his pants, he isn’t wearing underwear allowing his thick cock to be instantly on display. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, and quickly fall at the remembrance of his words.

Not allowed to touch.

But you were instructed to watch, so you do. Your eyes fix on his hands fiddling the grapefruit and only then did you put the pieces together. Josh’s left hand slowly inches down his torso until his cock is settled in his palm, his right hand bringing the grapefruit to his tip. Josh winces at the feeling of the cold citrusy juice dripping down his length onto his pelvis. All you want is to lick him clean as the juice continues spilling onto his tan skin. Each painfully slow flick of his wrist makes more of a mess both of him and you, a warm slick pooling at your core. Desperate for any sort of contact, you squeeze your crossed legs tighter together and roll your hips.

“Shame you’ve been such a brat, wish your pussy was making a mess instead…” Josh furrows his brows as he works the deep pink fruity flesh over his shaft, careful not to make too much of a mess on the white couch below him.

“Please?” You desperately whine at the thought of him inside of you.

“I don’t think so. Sit back for me, mamas.” He gestures with his left hand, his right still slowly working the grapefruit over his cock. You follow his instructions, uncrossing your legs to sit back against the chair.

“Go ahead, touch yourself for me.” Josh instructs, his pace growing slower.

You reach your hands down and pull your panties to the side, running your fingers through your velvety folds. He hums in approval as you begin working your fingers over your bud. Having him so close yet so far away is punishment in and of itself, but your inability to get off on your own is just as bad. You watch his cock stretch the grapefruit, fucking the insides into a pulpy mess only wishing that were you. In a desperate attempt to feel any semblance of him inside, you dip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, trying to curl them the way he does. Josh raises his eyebrows and watches you in amusement, shaking his head back and forth.

“Josh…” You mewled, eyes silently begging him for more.

“You make it so hard to be mad at you,” He sighs again and stops jerking himself off, calling you over with two fingers.

You lower your legs to the ground before bringing yourself to the edge of the chair and ultimately to your knees, crawling across the floor until you kneeled between his legs. Waiting for instructions, your eyes remain fixed on the grapefruit resting at the base of his cock. Josh slowly works the citrus up his length again, hissing at the feeling as it engulfed his tip, popping off the top with a lewd sound that echoes against the walls.

“See that?” He asks in a deep, sultry voice, gesturing to the fruit induced mess at the base of his cock.

“Mhm...” You hum and nod.

“Clean it up.”

You begin reaching your hand up, and when your fingers barely wrap around his shaft, he slaps your hand and grabs your wrist.

“Did I tell you to touch me?” He scoffs, tossing your arm to the ground.

“Well, how am I-”

“How am I?” He mocks, a smirk forming at the corners of his lips. “You’re allowed to use your tongue, that’s it. Now clean it up.”

With the sting of his touch fresh on your hand, you’re much more mindful of where your hands rest as you begin licking his skin clean. You aren’t typically one for grapefruit, but Josh makes it your favorite flavor. You lap at and slurp the tangy juice and pulp, dragging your tongue across every inch of his pelvis and cock until nothing remains on his skin. Josh nods as you hover your mouth over his leaking tip, giving you permission to feed his shaft into your mouth.

You are careful, mindful and gentle with each passing of your tongue over his delicate skin, grateful he’s allowing you to touch him so much. Hesitantly, you bring one hand up and press it against his balls, softly rolling them in your palm. It’s not long before precum leaks from his tip, quickly followed by his hot release as he begins fucking your throat. Stinging in the back of your throat is present accompanied by tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as his cum spills down your throat.

“Such a good girl, swallow for me.” He encourages.

At the conclusion of your task, Josh brings his hand to cradle your face, wiping your tears before trailing his thumb down to trace your bottom lip.

“You want a treat?” Josh asks almost condescendingly, but you know he means well.

You nod your head yes and his other hand meets your lips with a wedge of grapefruit tucked between his thumb and index, gently pushing the sticky fruit into your mouth. Josh continues pushing pieces of tangy goodness onto your tongue, praising you when each piece was swallowed.

“So pretty when your mouth’s full, mamas.”

“Thank you,” You blush, turning into his palm. It’s amazing how even in these moments he remains sweet as can be.

“C’mere,” Josh helps you to your feet, placing his hands on the backs of your thighs to guide you over his waist. His fingertips knead your skin, lips working over the bit of cleavage your tank top allows. Josh’s hands inch up until they meet your panties, tugging them to the side with fervor. He reaches his hand further between your thighs until ultimately giving you what you want, his fingers buried deep inside. You fight the urge to grasp onto his shoulders as you follow his instructions, instead digging your nails into your own thighs.

Not allowed to touch.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” Josh’s breath hitches in his throat as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out. The only thing you want more in this moment is to sink down onto his length and feel him the closest way you can. Sensing your desire, he removes his fingers and places his hands on your hips, pushing you down onto his cock. Still unsure if you can touch him, you grip the edges of your skirt instead, your knuckles turning white with pleasure.

Josh holds you down on his cock as he begins kissing up your neck, sending chill bumps across your skin and drawing a whine from your lips. You could feel the heat creeping across your chest and cheeks as his teeth grazed your earlobe.

“You can touch me now,” Josh mumbled into your skin. It’s a matter of seconds before your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, tugging handfuls at the base as he gently starts to fuck into your aching pussy.

Josh’s hands travel from your hips to laying flat across your back before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. Each thrust is intentional and melodic in its own way, the unusual angle hitting new spots neither of you knew about. Josh’s forehead becomes coated in a thin sheen of sweat pressed against your chest as his lips leave marks across your breasts.

Your head falls forward, cheek resting against Josh’s curly mess of hair as your arms wrap around his head and neck. The two of you find a rhythm that works, switching between lifting your hips and slamming them down to match his movements and grinding your clit against his pelvis. You pull his hair enough to bring his head back, exposing his lips to the cool air of the room. His chin is wet in a delicious combination of sweat and saliva from the open mouth kissing across your breasts, but that doesn’t stop you from pressing your lips against his to taste him. He tastes sweet, salty and desperate in all of the right ways.

Passion and pleasure washes the two of you as you both come undone in one anothers grasp, the unraveling threads intertwining and sewing you together. Soft uh’s and both your names fill the air as you tighten around Josh’s length, ultimately aiding in his warm release pouring into you. You think of the way his pretty pink cock looked tearing through the grapefruit, thankful that you got to feel the stretch he previously only let you watch from across the room.

The two of you lay together, Josh’s softening dick still buried inside your throbbing cunt. Even without being hard, he fills you perfectly. Tired kisses are exchanged alongside a mumbled mix of I love you’s and other domestic thoughts before he clears his throat and speaks.

“You done being jealous now?” Josh chides, smirking against your lips.

“M’not jealous.” You groaned.

“S’okay if you are, you’re still my baby.”

[sombrashe]

content afab!reader, chubby!reader, josh and reader are in an established relationship, cunnilingus

note(s) until dawn is actually a game about a polycule falling out | sam is just kinda there but both josh and reader thinks shes fine af

Josh’s voice is soft as he calls up to Sam. You’re spread out on the sectional couch listening to their short conversation as Josh tends to the fireplace in front of you. The television above drones on quietly in the background. Stretching you blink slowly at him, Sam’s response coming back after a short pause.

“I’m going to take a quick shower before we head out.”

“Oh, well, do you need any help? Maybe with your hair?”

The last comment is a mumble and you scoff making your way over to the minx. When he finally notices your presence you lightly smack his chest with the back of your hand. He feigns hurt with a well-placed hand over his wounded heart.

“What, you want me to go up there and ask her to join us?”

His eyelids widen for a moment before relaxing.

“Really?”

“As if, like you’d be able to focus”

Honestly, Sam is gorgeous and you wouldn't mind her joining your personal soiree. Unfortunately for you, Josh gets distracted easily and your last threesome ended with you unsatisfied after he got overwhelmed. Dancing your fingers over his shoulder blade you take in the heat dancing in the air. Pulling yourself away you plop back down onto the couch and bounce a little as you settle in. Dragging a blanket over your lap you feel the fluffiness beneath your fingertips. The loft feels nice and cozy especially with the autumn chill settling over the city. Making his way over to your spot he crouches in front of you with a wolfish grin. Pulling the blanket slowly off your legs you watch him with thin lips. Keeping your protests to yourself as you assess exactly what his plan is. Finally, he leaves the blanket in a pile on the floor next to him. With gentle hands on your knees, he starts slowly pushing them apart so he can watch your dress slide up your thighs.

“Joshua Washington I didn't spend hours getting ready just for you to undo it all with this spiked libido.”

He gives you a simple chuckle and kisses the inside of your plush thigh. Huffing you shift to give him better access. He licks a stripe from his spot against your skin to your lace bottoms. A cute black thong he bought you for your anniversary months ago. Something you didn't have a chance to wear until now. And he absolutely loved it. He gives you a little growl as he creates a wet spot right against your clothed pussy. You want to argue with him, claim if he does this you’ll have to take a shower and you three will be late for dinner. A weekly occurrence, something Josh would rather die than miss. You know better. He won’t leave a mark that you don’t beg him to. Once his spit soaks through you're panting like a dog in heat. Something something he has you wrapped around his finger. Whatever quote Emily scoffs at you every time you have to hang up because he's grinding against your full ass. You couldn't care less, especially when he starts hitting that sweet spot deep in you. Hooking his thumbs into the legs of the lace you raise your hips to allow him easier removal of the infuriating fabric. Once he pulls them down around your ankles he claps his hands together excitement glowing in his brilliant irises.

“Here’s Joshy”

“Did you just quote Psycho at my vagina?”

He immediately looks at you genuinely appalled.

“You're not being serious.”

“You know I can never sit through those old movies, they have such long intros.”

“I really don’t know if we can continue. Psycho. God”

“Josh, I’m sorry I got Psycho and The Shining mixed up. If it’s any consolation I was thinking of the 1960 version and not that Bates Motel shit I know you hate.”

He takes a moment to think it over before responding. A long moment too and it has you shifting.

“You saved yourself with that.”

He taps his pointer finger against your knee during his response. Diving forward his tongue easily finds your clit. Surprise and pleasure flood your veins at the same time and it leaves you lightheaded. Gripping a fistful of dark hair at the back of his head you press him closer to your core. Forcing two fingers beneath his chin he slips them inside your soaked core. Wiggling them he’s limited in the amount of room he has to thrust. Focusing on using the tips of his fingers he slightly moves them in and out while pressing hard against that spongy part inside of you.

“Oh~ Josh, fuck.”

“I got you, babe.”

His voice is muffled but you hear him clear as a bell. Huffing you weakly grind yourself against his face feeling his prominent nose press against the fat of your lower stomach. Letting your head fall back against the back of the couch you relish in the moment. Pleasure floods your abdomen and you can feel it tighten as you get closer to release. He alternates between short licks and hard sucks. Something that works in his favor as the coil in your abdomen finally snaps and you flood his chin and fingers in your essence. Panting you leave your eyes closed for a few moments as you attempt to catch your breath. Pulling out of you with a slick pop you nearly jump out of your skin as something pops against your chest. Blinking, you see Sam handing Josh a towel for his soaked limbs. Looking down you take the fresh pair of underwear in your hands and slip it around your ankles. Grabbing the towel out of the air as Josh tosses it to you you take a moment to clean yourself up before pulling the dark blue thong up your legs and settling it snugly against you. Fixing your dress you give Sam an apologetic smile.

“Hope you two worked up an appetite.”

[ssentimentals]

Hii I'm the one who asked for the suggestive joshua prompt. The 9. & 10. One is the one I rly want to read

hi, sure! thank you for requesting! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'first one to make a noise loses.' - 'close the door.'

you giggle when joshua shoves you inside the room, all red from alcohol and embarrassment. stupid game of seven minutes in heaven found you two in a messy room of whoever is hosting the party and while this is not how you imagined this night to go, being stuck here with your boyfriend of one week is not bad. especially not when it's the perfect opportunity to tease joshua, who is still a bit shy when it comes to being affectionate.

'do you know about another rule of this game?' you ask, stepping closer to him. 'first one to make a noise loses as well.'

joshua frowns. 'why would we make any noise?' he asks, confused. 'it's not like they can even hear us well, this music is blasting-'

'you always make noises when i kiss you though,' you interrupt, admiring how his eyes widen and breath hitches. oh, you're fully enjoying this. 'close the door, josh. lock it.'

joshua is seen as a perfect gentleman in your friends group. everyone knows how shy he gets, they see how much you tease him and think that you're the one who leads in this relationship. but they don't know joshua like you do, they don't get to see how his shyness gets replaced with confidence and passion when your teasing crosses the line. like right now. joshua locks the door and turns to you with a raised eyebrow. 'i think you got confused, angel. out of us two, i'm not the one who makes noises during kissing.'

you grin and sigh in delight, when his hands settle on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly. 'hm, is that so?' you tilt your head to the side, smiling. 'i think i need a little reminder.'

joshua chuckles, leaning in. when he kisses you, all shyness is long forgotten. it's the all-consuming kiss that makes your toes curl and your heart beat faster. it's the kiss that makes you moan in appreciation and pull him closer, wanting more.

'tell them to go away.' joshua says, leaning back from you. at your confused stare, he smiles and pecks your nose. 'we will be stuck here for much longer than seven minutes. tell your friends to not wait for us outside,' he pauses, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'unless.. you want to give them a show?'

you grin. 'think you can make me be that loud so they'll hear us?'

joshua grins back and licks his lips, watching you with a predatory glint in his eyes. 'i know so.'

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[z0mb1epuzzy]

Haiii I’m actually going freakin’ CRAZY over Chris n Mike bro😔 I saw the thing you wrote about Mike and Chris having a size kink (The anon who wrote that DAYUM…) and I was wondering if you could write about them making their partner cry…in a good way!! It’s just that their so strong (Chris without realising) and it all feels too good that you just can’t help it :(

I feel like Mike would tease you as he very slowly eases into you, watching your facial expressions for any discomfort, he would be so so mean but also so so gentle, mumbling praise to you as you take him so well!! I feel like you crying would make him a little more gentle than normal but I think he’s still a little mean, saying stuff like “oh you poor thing, s’it feel good?” Or just being mean and putting his hand over your mouth and whispering in your ear “you gotta be quiet baby, shh” but he’s still super careful and sweet!!

Don’t get me started on Chris..he would worry for a second, asking if you were okay while stopping whatever he was doing, once you say your fine he would be so careful with you even after you said you were fine!! After some time of being gentle he soon sees you are genuinely all good! (He was scared broke you for a minute there..) and kissing you, holding you, cooing soft praise and reassurance while getting a little more rough without even realising, all while basically panting in your ear..

Need them both.. 🙏

anon i’m gonna lick ur brain.. also happy turkey day to those who celebrate!

i fully think chris and mike would be into (good) crying, especially mike imo…

hear me out, mike is a little more experienced, and my guess is that he’s pretty fucking good (since 3 bad bitches are all up on him in game), he’s probably made a partner get all teary eyed because of how good it feels before, but it’s certainly a rare occurrence.

that being said, when he gets you to do it… he’s initially worried, obviously.. no matter how many times he sees it, he’s always worried that it’s not good tears, freezing up and giving you the softest look while he puts a warm hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears. “Hey, hey… you okay, baby? did i hurt you?” it’s sweet, any roughness or teasing coming to an IMMEDIATE halt.

That being said, once you confirm that it’s not bad tears, he’d get a little mean, but it would still make him be easier on you. Giving you breathless little praises, “Goddamn, you’re so.. so perfect.” kissing away your tears and putting one of his hands over your mouth, shushing you softly, “c’mon baby, gotta be quiet for me, yeah?” only to fuck into you with that same relentlessness… GUH…

as for chris, we could easily clock his inexperience, even josh does so! so with him, he doesn’t really… know that crying is a good thing during sex??

the second he sees your eyes getting all teary, he freezes like a deer in fucking headlights, immediately stopping everything to gather you up in his arms, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, hey.. what’s wrong? are.. are you okay?” he’s just so worried about you, running his warm hands across your waist and looking at you with such an affectionate gaze.. “Do you need to stop? or.. take a break?” im so sick..

even once you confirm you’re okay, he’s still gonna treat you like you’re made of glass… easing up on some of his previous roughness, even if it was unintentional… one of my anons mentioned the idea of chris being a dude who doesn’t fully realize his own strength all the time, and i def agree with that.. that being saaaid… once he knows you like it? he’d def get back into that rhythm he had going before, even if it’s subconsciously.. he’s gonna be holding you, giving you little needy kisses in between and checking on you just to make sure you’re not broken :(

[onlyseokmins]

the devil wears baby blue • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol Warnings: joshua hong himself 🚩🚩, swearing, alcohol, reader is a menace and tease too i'm ngl, grinding, groping, slight exhibition kink, degradation, name-calling, objectification, FINGERS (all of it fingering, riding, etc), mentions of knife/surgery, choking, wbk but major hints to big cock josh 💔, marking, licking, alluding to devil imagery uwu, roleplay sort of but not really, kind of public sex acts + a mirror, manhandling, lil slaps, dangerous fashion decisions + "fun" clothing shenanigans during sex ig????, mentions of car sex and oral sex (male rec.), dirty talk (joshua won't stfu), edging, lil bit of pain kink if you squint ❤️‍🩹, and tons of banter/insults, is there a thing like a wealth kink??? - as always lmk if i missed smth WC: 7k A/N: *taps mic* would love to thank @onlymingyus and @duhnova for proofing, hyping, and supporting me on this. also ofc a huge honorary shout out to @hwanghyunjinenthusiast for the constant cheering and screeching at me in and out of dms - hope you enjoy this hehe. idk if jackie will see this but her watch post(s) helped re-inspire me to attack this wip. and finally blowing kisses to the joshushushus in my inbox, i hope you'll like this! ps if anyone recognizes where the last dialogue is from, you receive a kiss on the forehead from me and get to spend one night with joshua!! 😏

↪ this is a loosely based prequel to idiot

Seungkwan's hand lays steady on your back, guiding you through the crowd much more efficiently than you could have on your own. He has a way of navigating through the waves of people with practiced ease whereas you would rather just be swept away. It's why you enjoy going to the club with him, especially one as crazy as tonight's.

You would think you were still on the dance floor with how many people are bustling around you, mingling and giggling just as much on the sidelines as they do moving to the music. Drinks in hand, they chat and flirt with one another so it takes nearly twice as long to make it to the bar than you think it really should.

"This better be worth it," you shout directly into your friend's ear despite how close you are to him. "For the amount of times my feet have been stepped on!"

There's a sharp pinch from his fingers that snuck to your side. "Told you not to wear those stupid shoes." 

Though you can't exactly hear it, you can see how his pouty lips purse out in a huff. He's also grumbling under his breath and you're able to catch bits and pieces. Things like, "won't matter" and "swept off your feet anyways" and "don't blame me" make you roll your eyes.

"Acting like this is my social debut with the prince of wales."

"Someone's been watching too much Bridgerton. And with how often you fail to come —" he's interrupted by the loud thumping of the bass, "makes sense."

"You can't possibly compare me against your standards, Mister Social Butterfly. You know everyone… and you've probably screwed a lot of them as well."

Seungkwan can only guess a gist of what you actually say and is therefore mildly tempted to let you get lost in the sea of people like he knows you'd rather prefer. But he's finally made it all the way over to what seems like an impenetrable social circle, though the group readily parts to make room for the two of you to squeeze in. So, he'll have to bring you along for the adventure. 

"Hey there!" 

"Hello!"

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I know, right?" 

Greetings are easily interchanged. Most of them are familiar faces — friends of your own or people you've gotten to know simply through Seungkwan's ever-growing collection of new instagram posts. 

Jeonghan's got some poor new soul to flirt with again and Seokmin looks like he'd rather be at home watching cooking videos. Vernon is wearing headphones of all things while Seungcheol has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. And you instinctively know Mingyu has to be up to no good because you don't see or hear him.

Not that you're actually paying that much attention to the same-old-same people, focus naturally drawn to the tall man standing next to Wonwoo. Light brown hair curls just beneath his ears, shaggy enough that the urge to run your fingers through and imagine what the tug of strands between them might feel like consumes you. It comes as a shock, considering that Jeonghan's had the same style before and you've never felt like this.

You drink in the baby blue shirt that compliments the mystery man's skin tone, top buttons left undone to showcase the delicate silver around his throat and framed by collar bones. The fabric's elegance belies the strength of the body it clothes, material straining tastefully in the tiniest bit over a broad chest and wide shoulders. Sleeves rolled up to accentuate the flex of his forearm down to the long, long fingers wrapped all the way around the glass of alcohol held between them.

"That's Joshua Hong," Seungkwan supplies helpfully though he can't hide how smug he sounds observing you and shares a knowing look with Vernon who snickers.

"Joshua Hong," you repeat and enjoy how easy his name sounds and feels coming off your tongue. "Is that so?"

"Yeah and to my knowledge, he's extremely single."

"Don't tell me that's how you introduce me to other people."

He feigns innocence. "Can't recall but even if I did, bet it's going to work in your favor. Don't look now but it seems like you've caught a big fish."

Of course, when someone tells you not to look, the first thing you'd logically do is look. Glad you weren't caught staring earlier now that the very same man you were drooling over has noticed your existence and is staring directly at you. 

Brown irises drop down to scan your figure and the suggestiveness of it lights something deep within you. You're quick to nudge off Seungkwan's arm around your waist when Joshua's eyes linger a second longer on it than you'd expect, ignoring your friend's sassy mutter of "hook, line, and sinker."

"I… I really don't like that implication, 'Kwan."

"Sure you don't."

Joshua Hong's intent gaze is far from unsavory. Even if it was more perverse in nature, you think you'd feel drunk off the same amount of power it fills you with and you haven't had a single drop of alcohol yet. A swear word escapes under your breath at the dampness of your back — and elsewhere — before sending the admiring man a demure smile of acknowledgement and turning once more to Seungkwan.

"You were criticizing my shoes earlier?"

"'Cause you can barely walk in them!"

"Then let's put these bad boys to good use."

Your friend can only shake his head as you stride away. He'll keep an occasional eye on you from afar for the rest of the night but he has a hunch things will be… fine. He hopes. Wonwoo did say Joshua was a decent man, after all.

He'll have to be… if he's willing to put up with you, Seungkwan thinks to himself with a cringe as he watches. 

Vernon hands over a much appreciated beer and he sidles up to the unbothered man's side, jutting his chin out in your direction and asking, "Are you ready for some entertainment?"

"Yo, always bro."

"Cheers to that."

Meanwhile, you've made it to the new company without stumbling once — something you're very proud of. You nod at Joshua. Nothing more than a soft flutter of eyelashes, alerting him that you're aware of his presence but indulging in nothing more. Instead, you choose to lean comfortably into his companion's space.

"Hi Woo, care to share?"

The bespectacled man wordlessly offers his nearly empty glass of wine, always easygoing and ever perceptive. Unlike his best friend who never fails to be endearing but can't take a hint to save his life. One of the many reasons why Mingyu has never succeeded as a wingman —  unfathomably clumsy but still loveable in all aspects to steal everyone's heart involved.

You finish the rest of Wonwoo's drink off with a satisfied hiss at the taste but not without a snort. "I didn't mean that, silly."

He cracks a smile, returning the teasing with a fake, reproaching scold of your name. "Could've told me you wanted to steal my buddy and not drain all my alcohol!"

Joshua laughs — loud and clear above the din of noises surrounding you. It has an air of gracefulness to it and you're sure the club brightens in a way that's totally not from the strobe lights going crazy.

"So, this is Seungkwan's friend…"

You jab Wonwoo's side with a huff. "Hey, I'm much more than that!"

"If it's any consolation," Joshua cuts in with another laugh and a handshake, taking on a self introduction. "I'm just some guy named Joshua. Hope that doesn't disappoint."

"Just some guy, huh? One that wears a Royal Oak?" 

He thrillingly doesn't let go of your hand, keeping a firm but gentle grasp when turning it with his to properly glance at the notorious status symbol wrapped around it. The steel casing glints just as fiercely as the sapphire glass over white gold hour-markers embedded on its face. 

"Yep, still just some guy that's called Josh. Joshua Hong, to be exact. Scared you off yet?" 

"I wear heels that have a one hundred percent chance of breaking my ankle to a place where there's a terrible combo of dancing and drinks. But you think I'd be scared by a pretty boy wearing thirty-some jewels around his wrist?"

He steals another appreciative look up and down your body. Not as fiery as the first one but still bold without shame, striking another bolt of heat that flashes through your veins and simmers in your lower abdomen. 

"Taste. And bite. I'd expect nothing less from someone like you."

"Someone like me?" you scoff as he winks, taking a step back and extending your arm as far as it will go with the notion for you to follow.

"Dance with me?"

Wonwoo had quietly faded into the background and slipped away for another refill. Smart guy. There's no one to worry about leaving behind when you accept this unfamiliar man's invitation and let him whisk you in the direction of the dancefloor. But not before catching Seungkwan's mild and supportive yet watchful gaze before he raises his beer in a mock salute.

It's almost cute at how inept Joshua is maneuvering through the tumultuous flow and ebb of moving bodies compared to said good friend. The way his taller frame looks more like a poor cruise ship tossed helplessly in the waves of the ocean than the stationary lighthouse and its reassuring beacon you'd expect causes a chuckle.

"You're almost as bad at this as I am."

He shoots an apologetic smile at the same time someone once again jostles his shoulder, pushing him closer into you. "Nightclubs really aren't my scene."

You're not complaining about the aided proximity that lets you hear what he says without strain. Although you do try to match the beat as it changes to something more sensual yet still playful. Going along with the rhythm of the other dancers rather than against much smoother than Joshua's awkward attempt to mimic. He sticks behind you, failing to hide the blatant mesmerization at how you sway effortlessly to the beat.

"You're not bad at this at all."

You shrug. "I've been here often enough to blend in better than most. So tell me, what's a rich boy's usual scene then? Shanqin Bay's clubhouse?"

"Hah, you wanna come with me sometime and find out?"

"Only if you can promise a fun experience… oh," you throw a smirk at him over your shoulder, "and to cover all the costs, of course."

"A pretty thing like you would have anyone saying yes and wrapped around your little finger." 

"Maybe, but only if they're worth my attention."

"Afraid to disappoint yet again when I spend most hours of the day in the operating room."

You turn abruptly to face him, grateful for the hand that shoots out to support your elbow despite his surprise at your dubious side-eye. "Are you a doctor?"

"Maybe."

"Director's son?"

"Cliché enough for you yet?"

"I recall someone who's wearing a Royal Oak saying I had good taste so I'm not going to complain. Though it would have been quite the story to hear you were the one under the knife," you take a step closer and slip a finger underneath his silver chain to tempt him closer, "to end up looking this good." When large hands hesitate to land on your hips, you raise an eyebrow. "Thought a surgeon would have a steadier grip."

"Oh." Brown eyes flicker with a carnal desire, focusing on your lips. "You expect me to be a rich, talented playboy and not be naturally handsome too?" 

"Sorry, Doctor Hong but there has to be at least something wrong with you."

The polite smile he'd been wearing all night quirks up at the corners, changing into something more on edge. A little dangerous. Beckoning excitement. He spins you back around, hands solidly landing on your sides — this time without reserve — to prevent your lower bodies from touching and changes the subject back to when you approached Wonwoo and him.

"Do you always take drinks from guys?"

"Ah, hm. Just the good ones."

"Good alcohol?" His breath is hot against the ear he's speaking directly into. "Or… good boys?"

Biting your lower lip does nothing to hide the unfettered glee you're feeling. "Alcohol, of course." A breathy sigh and you take the leap. "Want a taste?"

There's no need to ask twice. It's like the right key turning its lock. The doctor's initial awkward movements are nowhere to be found as one hand smoothly leaves your hip, turning your chin toward him to meet you halfway with his lips ready to brush against yours. 

At the last minute, he backs off and turns your chin to its original position of facing forward with a smirk you can't see. Who cares about a missed kiss when his other hand slides across your stomach? Urging you to press your ass backwards and grind against the very obvious bulge that his khakis do nothing to hide.

Its growing hardness and promising length cause you to automatically moan, arching your back with the feral need to feel more. Your head tilts to the side, hips swiveling and swaying not to the beat but the rise of his cock. The position willingly grants Joshua access to lick, suck, and bite at the exposed skin. 

He hums along to the music with a melodic voice from what you can hear, though you find more enjoyment in the consistent vibrations against your neck. A naughty hand plays with the tucked-in hem of your blouse and an occasional finger teasingly slips under the waistline of your jeans.

You can now feel Joshua's smirk when in turn, your fingers tangle in the bottom hairs of his mullet. His lips curl up, moving to nibble behind your other ear and breathe in your scent. As delightfully predicted, there's a distinct pull by your rings when you tug them free from the strands that has him pausing. Eliciting a sharp hiss and equally as sharp — but appreciative — thrust against your backside. 

In retaliation, the lax hand caressing your throat tightens around it ever so slightly while he growls in your ear, "You said there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Mhm, oh yeah. Totally."

"Wanna fuck around and find out, beautiful?"

Hook, line, and sinker was damn right, Boo Seungkwan. Of course, the devil would be wearing a shirt the same shade as the sky where heaven's clouds make their home.

And you eagerly take the forbidden fruit — his hand, once again — and teeter after him. The red flags are already starting to fly at full mast but into the dimly lit hallway you go, elated to find an empty and quiet corner right before the stairs leading down to the bathrooms.

Underneath the neon glow of the exit sign, Joshua pins you against the wall with your arms laying on his shoulders. If you thought the attacks from his mouth were rough on the dance floor, they turn ten times more animalistic now that he has something to support you with other than strong arms and big hands. A pair of soft lips and the warm wet tongue between them contrast with the digging in of his teeth that follow your necklace chain to its adorning pendant. 

It hangs in the v-neck window of your blouse and he lets out a tiny grunt of displeasure at the breasts being concealed away by the fabric and its many buttons. That doesn't stop him from tugging the bottom of the shirt free like a petulant child, nothing preventing his fingers now free to tickle and feel up the bare skin beneath. 

This man is good at distraction. You don't think much of the light grazing beneath your tits, only a fleeting and casual touch. It feels so good when he cups under them like an additional support for the bra you're wearing and squeezes, causing you to keen and push yourself further into him. Then quick as lightning, one hand sneaks around the back to unhook the bra's clasp and the other deftly unbuttons your jeans.

"Joshua!" you squeak in protest, stepping back and pressing flat against the wall. You're quick to rush and slap a hand against your chest to keep the beloved strapless bra that's served you well from falling to the ground. "Is your red flag undressing someone in public?"

"Only if you insist 'cause surely I would never decline such a request being the gentleman that I am." The doctor makes no further move despite the way he licks his lips and teases, only chuckling at the menacing way you squint. "Just know my full intentions are to be touching all over and especially under whatever layers you're wearing very shortly."

There's no use hiding the whine that escapes when he places a hand on the wall next to you and leans in with a smirk.

"However, sweetheart… " 

You catch his line of sight dart off to the left and your heart plummets, the fear of being left high and dry (wet) setting in. "Josh — "

"You'll have to forgive this rich boy's schemes. You see, I've always been very spoiled and just have to take what I want right away. And you're much too irresistible…" 

He speaks casually. Like your jeans weren't suddenly unzippered and he isn't currently running a tantalizing finger on the fabric below the waistband of your panties, causing them to soaken further down. Way more than they already had and almost where you need him but also not even close in the slightest. 

"Though as a rich boy," he continues, "I'm more than familiar with providing a small courtesy here and there. Would this club's filthy bathroom offer enough privacy for you, gorgeous?"

"… Only if you make sure I'm presentable enough to get down there… and back up here after, for when I have to leave with my friends."

Joshua's eyes widen before he's throwing his head back and laughing, bright and cheery like he's not going to rearrange your guts. "So you don't expect to go home with me? Maybe I won't be such a walking red flag to you."

"Doubtful. Now fix me up, Doctor." 

"With pleasure." 

It's not like there are as many people milling about as in the main area. Still, it's good to be conscientious. The same adept hands re-fasten your top undergarment efficiently. When he ducks his head to kindly fix your pants — which is sort of hot — you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear for shit-and-giggles to gauge his reaction.

"You know there's a front clasp too."

He glances up from where he's eye-level with your covered breasts, eyes darkening. Bingo. 

"What a little whore we have here, hm?"

The nonchalant, degrading question and burning desire in his gaze makes your knees weaken, arousal skyrocketing. Enough that you almost throw all caution to the wind for him to fuck you. Right here, right now. But then he's pulling away, offering a palm you can't seem to refrain from taking a hold of. And ever the true picture of being a gentleman — helps you descend down the dark stairwell.

Your killer heels really do nothing for you physically (besides the threat of rolling an ankle) because it doesn't matter how tall or short you end up with them on. It's the confidence and ego that are heightened exponentially, which is all that matters. 

That's why you follow Joshua Hong into the sketchy bathroom, let him lock the door, and bat your eyelashes with a coy smile. Leaning against the sink and fussing with your blouse as he approaches like a predator eyeing up its prey. Greedily drinking in the bare skin revealed by each button that's undone until only one is still fastened — right across your tits — that the man can unclasp himself if he so chooses.

Barely anything stopped him before anyways.

And that's what also fuels you to put your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies close together. Even closer by hooking your right leg across his hip, the point of your heel digging intentionally into the back of his other thigh. It's hot and hard — the dick bulge that keeps growing pressed tightly into the snug warmth of your core — and Joshua lets you grind down and dampen his khakis for a few moments longer than expected.

"Desperate, aren't you? Didn't wanna fuck in public 'cause you're freakier behind closed doors?"

"Just a little." You fight back the urge to whimper or admit anything to him. Like you aren't humping his length that only swells more and feels achingly thicker the harder you rut against it, eyelids fluttering the few times it's able to deliciously spread your pussy lips just the slightest through your clothes. "I'm so wet — "

"The more of a mess you leave on my pants, the longer I'll have to edge you while waiting for them to dry." Joshua grins cockily at you trying to force your hips to stop themselves only to struggle pathetically in vain. "Think you'd like that. Haven't even gotten to fuck this hot little cunt yet and I'm already certain I wouldn't mind being buried in there for hours. But don't know if your friends will stick around for that long…"

"J-Josh, ah — Shua… mhm!"

"So I think you'd better behave if you know what's good for you," he stills your hips hard, "fuckin' slut."

You mewl at the hard, rude thrust that bumps your clit as if he was actually fucking you. Like goo, you let him manhandle you around so you're bent over and facing the smudged mirror, hands gripping tightly to each side of the sink basin. Aided by the reflections, you witness how he shamelessly ogles the tempting ass that's been rubbing all over him all night. And of course that means you have to perk up and wiggle your hips, giving him quite a show.

The small distance between you clears the lust cloud and you throw a smoldering glance over your shoulder. "If you fuck me with my heels on, I'll give you a chance with them off."

Joshua swats your ass — not very hard but you release a yelp of surprise. "Wasn't aware that you were running the show, sweetheart."

"It's my backside you're looking at."

"Knew you were mouthy the minute I saw you. You're aware of how kind I am, so let me give you a choice." He's anything but kind as he sighs and leans his weight over top of you. Despite the bracing strength of his arms, you feel suffocated by just being caged in between them and the overpowering scent of his cologne. "I shut you up with either my fingers in your mouth or around your throat."

Oh… decisions, decisions! Long fingers that would surely feel best deep inside your pussy but that wasn't one of the options. You purse your lips in thought and arch up, balancing the heavy cock supported by your ass and unconsciously pouting. Joshua has the audacity to look at the time while brushing back his hair and clicks his tongue.

"Wow, I'm letting you choose between sucking on my fingers like a slut or being choked like a whore and you still can't decide? What a high maintenance toy."

The urge to scoff is extremely strong. "Sucking it is then, Doctor Hong," you say sweetly and then add with a sneer, "like the perfect slut that I truly am."

"When your friends all said you were nothing but a gentle soul, I knew they were duped. Only one was partially truthful in saying you could be sassy which doesn't even come close. Little do they know there's a bratty cockwhore with quite a bite underneath all that charm."

"Haven't fucked any of them, that's why. No plans to either."

"Yeah, what was it you like — oh right, good boys?" He laughs — low, mean, and degrading. "Then what am I, sweetheart?"

"A doctor who's full of himself and needs taken down a few, ha, pegs."

"Ah, there it is." Joshua undoes the final button, slipping a curious finger beneath the bra's front hook pulling your tits together. You shiver when it snaps against your skin after he retracts, pointer finger tracing a lazy line up your throat to its final destination. "The attitude."

You willingly part your lips, lolling your tongue out mischievously to match the roll of your eyes. "Someone gets off on it."

"Is that so?" He smears the lipgloss on your lower lip by pulling it down before releasing it. "Do you think this is all a coincidence, darling?" Meeting the hardened gaze in the mirror, you shake your head. "The minute I saw such a sparkling gem on Wonwoo's story, I just had to have it for myself."

It's not hard to guess what he's referring to. A couple weeks ago, you wore enough scraps of fabric to just cover your nipples and the areas between your legs. Drinking far too much and hanging off of the WonGyu duo's broad frames while the whole gang partied it up together at Vernon's. You had even asked them to send you the videos and pictures after because damn, you did look hot as fuck.

Who knew it would be bait for an entitled pretty boy? 

"At least you waited to find me when I wasn't drunk."

"Much more fun to break someone sober."

"Glad to know consensual exists in your vocabulary."

"How about it — will you let me destroy this little pussy of yours and ruin it to keep you crawling back to me for more?"

"Sure, if you ever stop talking and actually do something — "

Joshua's quick to shut you up, almost cracking your jaw with the harsh thumb that's jammed in the corner of your mouth to prop it open. The following two fingers are thrust cruelly inside as a replacement so it can move to keep your chin steady. They're able to reach so far when pinning down your tongue, ending up wedged near the back of your throat so you're already gagging around them. 

"Most sluts behave the second I drop the nice guy act. But boy oh boy, it only makes you act up more, eh?" 

He finally does away with your bra to allow those gorgeous tits to spill out and casually rips the garment from your body like it's personally offended him. Maybe it has. Shoving it away into his back pocket and then urgently tugging your jeans down. The binding position you're left in helps keep your shaky legs in place while you cling to the sink like it's a lifeline. Upper body supported only by the cruel hold he has on your face until he yanks it back so you're flush against him instead, the cool baby-blue silk of his shirt set ablaze by your shared body heat. 

"Next time, wear something that has easier access. Or better yet… maybe nothing at all or I'll be forced to rip it off." A piercing set of eyes attempt to glare into yours that roll back delightfully despite what's likely some snark ends up sounding all jumbled. "Oh yes, there will be a next time, sweetheart. I have to train this cunt to yearn for my cock — and you don't think you'll get it that easily, right?"

Joshua chuckles darkly knowing you can't reply. But liking to be full of surprises, you relax your upper jaw while his fingers trail across your pelvis and close your lips around the ones in your mouth. Suckling and swirling once the tension in them relaxes despite the naughty thought of biting. That doesn't eliminate the occasional graze of your teeth as a threat, responding to his words in your own way.

"Just look at yourself, slobbering all over… bet you suck cock like a champ. And prolly like it real messy. How well-trained you'd look trying to balance on these pointed heels while I fuck that bratty mouth."

You moan at the visual he's painted in your head. 

"That's right, darling." There's a mean pinch to your clit followed by the man's groan at the ruined fabric squelching between his fingertips and how the covered little nub was already begging for friction. "Now tell me how long your cunt's been warming up and soaking these drenched panties?"

"Since the beginning…" you admit once he's freed your sore mouth and chooses to bully your breasts next. "When you looked at me."

He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side and petting at the bare slippery folds. Just able to barely see a small glimpse of where his actions play with your lower body in the mirror. At least your expressions make up for what he misses seeing.

"Aw, this soft pussy started drooling the minute I laid eyes on you? While I was imagining all the things I could do to these tits," the hand on one of them palms at the rounded flesh hard. "This ass," his pelvis grinds in a slow circle against it. "Mhm, and of course, this hidden gem." 

At that, a thumb brutally rubs at your clit while plunging a finger inside the warm, wet walls that eagerly pulse around it. You weren't wrong about how good the digit would feel inside, the length and stretch of its bony knuckle feeling good enough to substitute as a mini-dick when Joshua starts a slow and methodical pace with it.

"Thought about having you spread out in the backseat of my Bugatti La Voiture Noire, you'd look like a vision laying across its leather seats. And the best thing? No one can see inside so you'll get your much desired privacy while being right out in the open."

Then he's adding another finger, longer than the first. And finally one more with an additional push in and out of the others. Clearly his experience on how to work a pussy is more than helpful. Alternating between stuffing your hole full of all three or changing up the pace and number each turn. 

And of course, your chest is attended to as well. Both nipples tugged in iterations to match the rhythm of each finger spearing into your cunt, the pendant of your necklace bouncing in time. Without fail, he hits the bundle of nerves with a deadly precision that has you going slack against him.

"Maybe we should do that 'cause," he mumbles in your ear, "this filthy hole is awfully good at convincing me to spoil its owner like no one else. Let's see if it can tell me how much it'll want me to fill it up one day."

Your ears ring with the devastating screams of white noise at the sudden stop. The moans you were letting out trail off into a dissatisfied growl. His hand falls away from your upper body while the one in between your legs merely sits nice and snug, still inside but not moving. Far too relaxed, limp even.

"Joshua!"

"C'mon, weren't you listening? Convince me."

"Fuck you," is what you spit out, glaring at the challenging and impossibly smug reflection of the menace behind you. 

"You didn't say fuck off, so… I'm waiting." 

Another check at his watch like he's bored infuriates you enough to move your hips. Whining at how his fingers fail to stiffen and only follow your pitiful motions back and forth. Out of protest, you reach behind and take a harsh hold of the hard length you're able to grab.

"Watch it, darling!" Joshua flinches and the way his cock twitches dulls the venomous words that come next. "Or I'll leave you here all needy and by yourself, waiting for some other pathetic dick to hop onto in order to satiate just a little bit of this wet and slutty pussy's behaviors."

Well, that idea doesn't appeal to you whatsoever so you lean on the sink with a huff to do what needs done. It's a struggle to stay balanced on your heels while grabbing at his wrist but a small part of you knows he won't let you fall, a bicep supporting under your breasts. Revenge comes sweetly by digging your nails into the tense muscle of his forearm and leaving scratch marks that have him hissing.

And now you know for sure —  despite the doctor's incredibly huge ego and big talk, Joshua Hong's no better than a painslut.

"Hah," you breathe out and start to slowly rock your hips. "Disrespectfully, go to hell."

Ignoring the abrasive insult — because he's a demon anyways — Joshua focuses on the wet suctioning sound growing louder the faster you move. The feeling of your tits and necklace hitting his arm to the beat of your hip bounces and enjoying the view of how his fingers disappear beyond the jiggle of your asscheeks. Up into the tight heat of velvety walls as you force his hand to behave and serve your needs like one of your dildos, though they've never been this uncooperative.

"That's it. Yeah, there we go… just like that. Go ahead and make yourself cum riding my fingers, beautiful. Uh-huh, now who's using me like a little whore to get off?"

You're already losing yourself. Waiting for that rising wave to crest because despite his annoying mouth, Joshua's fingers are more than skilled enough to hurl you into a delightful climax. As long as nothing interrupts it.

"Answer me — or I'll make you choke yourself."

"Mhm…"

He likes seeing how your face contorts, moans getting louder. It's too addicting which is why he growls out, "Do it." 

It's a feat to let go of the sink but the reward is to move his arm around your bra-line to your throat, making his hand envelope it. The visual in the mirror is depraved — limbs all wrapped and tangled with each other — and your half-closed eyes taunt the searing gaze in the mirror, repeating his words right back. 

"Why not do it yourself, Doctor?"

"Are you some sort of succubus or what?" He spits out the question like it's the germs on the toilet seat next to you. Freeing himself momentarily from the grip of your hand and your cunt, the man's at least nice enough to assuage the pissed off whine with a consoling lick up your neck and tugs impatiently at your pants. "Take these off."

"Go fuck yourself," you mutter darkly with half the mind to walk out of there. But you do as he says, quickly shimmying them off while your clit buzzes and twitches angrily at the neglect of stimulation again. 

Joshua's eyes don't look away, his hands steadying your hips and your pussy aching when you hear how he slowly slurps on his fingers to clean them. Once you step back into your heels, he throws the jeans over his shoulder. 

"Careful with the phone," you threaten. 

Joshua snorts and bends over to secure a strap for you — sucking harshly on the skin of your thigh as a "you're welcome" but pulling away before your hands can tangle in his hair and keep him down there. 

"Wrong thing to say to someone who likes broken and expensive things. Shouldn't you be warning me not to break something else?" Suddenly, your other shoe dangles precariously off your foot when he uses a strong hand to lift and support your leg onto the sink's surface. "Like this poor pussy?" 

The straining burn in your muscles and the added chill of the porcelain is all alleviated by harsh rubbing at the tender skin of your entrance. Middle and pointer finger eagerly prying sloppy pussy lips apart once again.

"Ah, but I might enjoy that." 

A clear glob of arousal drips from your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. Joshua leers hungrily past your shoulder at the mirror's erotic display of your exposed cunt and the wetness shining under the buzz of the bathroom's fluorescent lights.

"Dirty and yet it's such a pretty little jewel. Sparkling and glistening so, so lovely that I can't wait to watch it shatter while playing with it."

Finally, all three fingers from before work in tandem to scissor repeatedly inside of your tight warmth without forgiveness. This time, the devil has nothing but good intentions to send you over the peak of pleasure. His eyes can't stop feasting on the raunchy way your greedy hole gobbles up his fingers. The loud squelches accompanying his motions echo around the small enclosed space, mixing with the warm breath hitting the side of his cheek from your gasping moans.

Joshua thinks it's mighty cute how puffy your outer pussy lips grow and struggle to spread around the thick and long digits shoved inside plus the onslaught of his thumb bullying your clit. The angle shows the slightest bulge of them relentlessly stroking the bundle of nerves that has your leg twitching from the sheer pleasure.

He focuses on bringing you there, all on what you're feeling rather than his own pleasure because you have the most convincing cunt ever that deserves to be ravaged by a large, girthy cock. A shame it has to wait because he cannot give in so easily. But you're definitely a piece of work. Joshua likes that. 

"Gonna keep making a mess on my fingers, darling? Leave 'em all sweet and wet enough for me to wrap around my dick later and pretend it's your pussy instead."

You'll be the death of him when your head rolls into the crease of his neck, drool dampening the skin as you mouth senselessly at the vein protruding beneath. There's a sharp sting — the certain kind he hasn't felt in a very long time. A telltale warning of a hickey, the beautiful colors of red and purple already rushing to the surface and decorated by little nips of your teeth after you soothe the pain with your tongue.

No one marks up Joshua Hong. Sure, he's had lipstick stains before but those can easily be swiped off with a handkerchief and washed away in the shower. He can't help but smirk though, knowing when he eventually wipes your sticky lipgloss off, something of you will remain for a bit.

However you can't go without a little punishment. If you can even call it that when he returns to wrapping a hand around your throat. Anyone else who dared to leave a mark would be walked away from. But you — you simply lose enough oxygen causing your head to spin more pleasantly than it already is. 

And you claw at his forearm, scratching it up ten times more to serve as a further reminder for Joshua to look at. You're by no means urging him to stop but to earnestly keep going while simultaneously searching for something — anything — to anchor you down as you float into an almost unconscious state of pure ecstasy. 

It's by far the strongest, most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced. Becoming nothing but a bag of bones in his arms as your walls pulsate around his fingers and the fruitful expenditure of your release drips down his wrist.

He stays in that position, unable to move anyways with the vice-like grip of your spasming cunt cramping his fingers. Instead, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible by squeezing and releasing the pressure on your throat over and over again. The true picture of debauchery — heaven and sin mixed in one — and he kind of wishes for a third arm to take a photo for a keepsake. 

Everything in your body aches deliciously. You feel both refreshed and exhausted when you finally come to and even then Joshua supports your weak body as you try to regain control over your wits and whereabouts.

"Pants," you croak out and wave him off when he tries to gentlemanly assist. Which he still kind of has to when you almost topple face-first on legs that feel like jelly. "Bra." 

Joshua's a little less enthusiastic to hand that over, bitter sarcasm lacing his words. "Wow, won't even grant me a souvenir?"

"Boo-hoo," you gripe back and pretend not to notice the eyes glued to the way your tits bounce when adjusting the garment around them. Turning to look in the mirror, you work on dulling the "just got fingered in the bathroom" appearance. "It's not like you need one and it seems even less likely you'll keep anything from a stranger, especially lingerie."

"Hm, I like how well you read me."

"Of course you do, fuels that large privileged ego. Don't get used to it. But, want me to do something about that one though?"

He coughs at the rather suggestive insult, shifting his pants and shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the messy boner you're referencing. "Guess I did a great job if you're begging for it already."

"Oh, for goodness sake I'm being courteous."

"Cute." 

Joshua admits it almost like he's startled by the words that escape his mouth. Further surprising both of you with a clumsy, sloppy kiss to the cheek when he leans over to fasten the top button of your blouse. As if embarrassed, he's already halfway out the door when he remembers to mention, "I'll be thinking of you darling, look forward to your call!"

You're left staring at the saliva spot reflected on your cheek in shock. And then, you wipe it off with the rest of the accumulated sweat to make yourself a bit more presentable and then head back to the club as naturally as possible.

Dr. Hong is seemingly nowhere in sight as expected. You figure it would be hard to return with a raging boner despite the low lighting and he probably left through the back exit to likely jerk off in his ridiculously expensive car. The visual of white ropes of cum streaming past the steel band of the Royal Oak around his wrist haunts your mind, making your aching core buzz to life again and your sticky panties even grosser.

Out of pure spite, you hope he stains his shirt too. 

Luckily, Seungkwan is still at the bar when you wobble over in search of him. He shouts your name in mock shock, assessing your appearance with pursed lips and eyeballing your figure dubiously. 

"You look like hell."

"Yeah?" you laugh it off as nonchalantly as possible, unaware of the phone in your back pocket lighting up with a returned text message from a newly saved number and a scandalous picture attached. "I just got back."

onlyseokmins: July 2023 ©

[synnamon-hearts]

Metalhead!reader and Josh/Mike/Chris/Matt? maybe both NSFW hcs pls.. pllssss needddd them so baddd

They like weird girls.

Piercings, tattoos, body modifications, listen to heavier music, dresses in ripped tights and big t shirts and lots of belts and metal accessories uyghruhg

need them together frl!!

Let's fucking goooooo! I love this! This is similar to another request I just did so I will add some of the things I left out to here.

NSFW down below!

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Josh ~ This is a man right here who is a god when it comes to concert tickets. Oh, your favorite band in town? Oh no! You can't get tickets? They are all sold out? BOOM! Josh has two for the front row. Don't ask. A magician never tells you his secrets. He loves your badass rocker style so much. He even let's you borrow some of his t-shirts sometimes since he knows you like them more baggy. He's always buying you CDs and accessories and would even buy you a tattoo for your birthday!

Okay, so he does enjoy the music at the concerts and he does enjoy that smile you get on your face when you're vibing to the music, but that's not the only reason why he takes you. Oh no, honey. It's the sex. Ughhh, the way you absolutely rail him in the car after a good concert drives him wild. He will take off one of your belts and wrap it around your neck, or your wrists to keep you in place, or even give you a few lashes with it when he turns you over in the backseat. And this man is such a slut for piercings and tattoos. Lick him, suck him, fuck him with piercings on any of those sensitive spots like your tongue or your clit and you'll have him by the balls for life. And he absolutely loves tracing your tattoos, especially with his tongue. He sees you as a walking work of art and likes to worship them every chance he gets.

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Mike ~ Mike isn't the biggest metal head but he does listen to it on occasion. He would be lying if he said that he didn't get with you because he thought you would be an absolute wild ride in the sheets but he grows to love your crazy and badass nature as time goes on. He will take you shopping and take you to shows. He might even let you sit on his shoulders so you can get a better look.

Mmmmm, sex with a metal girl. Maybe it's the intensity or the change (since he is used to going for pretty girls), Mike doesn't know what it is. But something about you takes sex to a whole new level. Your red lip stick prints all over his face and chest while all smeared down your chin from intense kisses is a sight to behold. And keep. Those. Boots. On. For. The. Love. Of. God. You cannot tell me that this man does not have a boot kink! He enjoys bathroom sex at concerts more than he expected. Between the risk of getting caught, the music roaring in the background, and your tips bouncing in his face as you ride him, Mike couldn't be happier. Perhaps your wild ways tamed him just a tiny bit...

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Chris ~ Chris is a metal nerd, okay? He loves all things metal and absolutely falls head over heels when he meets you. Finally someone to share his love of music with other than Josh? Sign him the fuck up! He will invite you over to his house on a regular basis to listen to music and talk about upcoming shows in the area. I also have a headcanon that he likes to toy with the studs on one of your belts or rub the skin revealed by your ripped jeans when he's not really paying attention. Such a cutie.

The way you dress is a huge turn on for him. Again with the belts, he would 110% let you use one of your belts to restrain his arms, especially above his head to the headboard. He loves watching you as you bounce on him to something wild and intense playing in his CD player. Pierced tits bouncing in his face is his favorite. And when you toy with those piercings while you do it, or even reach down between your thighs to play around with that one impaling your puffy clit? The man is putty in your hands.

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Matt ~ Okay, hear me out, Matt doesn't listen to much metal. He strikes me as moreover a pop-ish or more chill music kind of guy. But nonetheless, he still supports your metal addiction to the fullest. He actually really appreciates your love for music. You just get this passionate twinkle in your eyes when discussing your favorite bands or songs and he finds it quite adorable.

It's no secret that Matt loves baddies. Hello? Emily? So stuff like bold makeup, tattoos all over, enough piercings to make a Trypophobic person run screaming, and genuinely anything that makes up look like a bad bitch has him feeling pathetically horny for you all the time. And when you finally let him dive in and finally take what he has been craving so badly, he. Is. In. Total heaven! This man worships the ground you walk on. You could practically do anything you wanted to him and he would merely respond with "Yes, ma'am" and comply like a needy little puppy. It is safe to say that he will go down on you like no other, flicking that piercing with the tip of his tongue like there is no tomorrow just to show you how special you are to him.

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[tripthelightfandomtastic]

wow just bouncing off of that last submission. i love the idea of any of the boys getting tied up, legs and arms while you give them the sloppiest blowjob and handjob. you would edge them for ages, denying their orgasm like 6 times before you finally let him cum, and when he does, you don’t stop. his hips would be bucking and trembling and youd have to hold his knees down as they spasmed at the feeling. he’d be wining and wailing at the feeling as the overstimulation would be insane, but you would keep going relentlessly until he came again. it’s low key my fantasy to do this over and over again until they’re begging you to accept that they’re empty. and id love to see them get hard almost immediately after the post orgasm softening as soon as you started got touch them again. i can honestly think of this scenario as jake, josh, sam and danny. maybe especially sam and josh?

Gently running your nails over his thighs and down his stomach as he catches his breath. His muscles in his abdomen spasm as he feels his last orgasm roll off of him. Your breath runs over his cock, tongue ever so gently lick over his softening dick. Your hands run up his sides, making him sigh. "So good baby boy. Did so good. Just can't stop touching you." You mutter to yourself as you kitten lick gently at the tip, making his hips buck. "P-Please, oh, I don't know if i-" "shh baby, you don't have to honey. Just wanna touch you. Just wanna taste. Relax for me lover." You coo. Losing yourself in touching his body. Admiring his body as it trembles under your fingertips. "Feels good." He sighs, enjoying the gentle caresses. His cock hardening again under your tongue. "My good baby." You whisper.

[kyoteugly]

Don't feed the animal - Chapter 17 (Buddie AU)

The early morning air was crisp and cool. The streets were still wet from the overnight rain. Buck was waiting outside the dispatch center for his sister. Whenever he could, he would pick her up after her night shift and they would go for breakfast at this little neighborhood cafe that Sue had recommended. Then he would take Maddie home and go on with his day with peace of mind, knowing that she was safe. 

After the whole thing with Doug, Buck felt the need to make small gestures like this - a reassurance to both of them that they could count on each other.

Maddie greeted him with a warm sisterly hug and they began their routine. They even had their favorite table and order. They talked for a while about the weather and the approaching spring. Of course, Buck wanted to know how Maddie's shift was going, because that often had an impact on what his day at work would be like.

“Josh got a few tough calls, I actually had an easy night.” Maddie licked the frosting from her fingers before reaching for her cup of coffee. “Mostly drunk people doing before Saint Patrick’s parties. Oh, and one ‘ choking on glitter ’ thing.”

“A what now?” Buck blinked a few times and Maddie laughed lightly.

“A bachelorette party. A girl wanted to blow glitter on a stripper…” Maddie lifted a closed fist to her mouth and blew into it, opening her fingers, “...like that, I think. But instead of taking a breath earlier, she did it through her hand and along with the air she inhaled a lot of pink glitter.” Her shoulders were shaking from holding back laughter. “I know it was dangerous but it’s also funny.”

Buck was the last person to control himself when the calls were particularly funny, so he didn't try to pretend, even for a moment, that he wasn't enjoying the story. 

“I’m telling this to everyone at the firehouse today. It’s hilarious.”

They both burst into laughter, drawing the attention of several people in the cafe but neither of the siblings cared.

Buck loved it when Maddie laughed, he was glad that she could. He always cared about the well-being of everyone around him but after what Maddie went through, her mood was especially important to him. She deserved happiness and it looked like she was heading towards it. She was happy at work and was thriving in her relationship with Chim. Buck suspected that soon one of them would want to take the next step and they would finally move in together. He kept his fingers crossed for them.

Buck's phone vibrated and he couldn't help but check the notification. He smiled broadly when he saw who wrote back.

“If you want more details on how it played out you should ask someone from 136, they answered the call.”

He partially registered what Maddie was saying, reflexively responding to her with "Yeah, okay," when he started replying to the message.

“Who are you texting to?” 

The question was asked so innocently that Buck answered without thinking, reflexively. “Eddie.” 

“Having a little crush, are we?” There was a lot of sisterly teasing in that statement but nothing more, so Buck gave Maddie a condescending look and replied briefly.

“Ha-ha, cute.”

“How is he by the way?”

Maddie didn't pursue the topic of their relationship and her next question only confirmed Buck's belief that she was taking advantage of the opportunity to learn more about Eddie. After karaoke, she asked a lot of questions about him. Questions that Buck couldn't answer without revealing how he met Eddie. He didn't want to lie to his sister, so he used many evasive excuses. Ultimately, he managed to convince her that Eddie was not the victim of some unpleasant event, and that the bruises on his body came from intense training and sparring. It wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't a blatant lie either, so Buck's conscience was clear.

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Top 5 niche TWW ships?

these are going to be in no particular order because I...can't rank them. I just can't. Without further ado, here are my top 5 niche TWW ships!

Sam/Ginger.

I think I might honestly be one of the most staunch Sam/Ginger shippers in the fandom. I think all of the assistants are great characters that honestly I would've loved to see explored more, but if you ask me my favorite, it's definitely Ginger. She's funny, she's smart, she's clever. I like that she's a ginger named Ginger. Sometimes I like to imagine that her name is actually not Ginger, but it's something like...Anne or something, so she prefers to go by a nickname. But I digress.

I think this ship is just...fun! I think they have pretty good chemistry, especially towards the end of season 3. When Sam brings her back the plate with moose on it and she says "I love moose" and he just replies "I know how you do" in that...sorta flirty way? I love that moment. And then in that exact same scene we get the whole conversation about the VHS tape and if it's p*rn or not. I just love these two and I really need to write a fic about what would've happened if it was p*rn on the tape.

2. Toby/Annabeth.

I had not given this ship even a lick of consideration a week ago, but a lovely friend pointed out the possibility of it and...yeah, I like it! I think their personalities are so contrasting, but it could work. I loved their banter and back and forth throughout season 6 and I think they would have at least a fun first date! Would it become anything long term? I don't know. But I think it'd be fun!

and for anyone interested in maybe seeing how that first date might come about and go... https://archiveofourown.org/works/63227671

3. CJ/Ron Butterfield.

I think this is the one on the list that I've given the collective least amount of thought to, but I do enjoy it! I think CJ's little "Ron, I haven't had a boyfriend in..." was really cute in Enemies Foreign and Domestic. I definitely think there's possibility for something to happen between them following Simon's death. Grief is a hell of a drug and they're both going through it. Once again, do I think this could be a long term thing? Probably not. They're both too dedicated to their jobs and neither of them have very easy schedules, but...they could have fun for a while.

4. Leo/Cliff Calley.

Listen, I know most people are probably looking at this ship in shock and horror...but bear with me. I think Leo McGarry should be allowed to have fun and if that fun is found in the bedroom of a younger man...so be it. They're both adults! We know Cliff isn't opposed to dating across the aisle! It could be fun! It could be Something!

Plus, imagine how funny it would be to see people tease him about it. Jed's absolutely going to call him a cradle robber if he finds out. CJ would definitely give Leo a Look if she found out (in my stupidity I forgot to put CJ/Cliff on this list, but know that would be on here two and these two ships together in a universe is hilarious). Josh would be mortified, so probably best that he doesn't know. Ainsley gets all the details from Cliff's side of things, which is so funny. And god, if Donna found out, that'd just be the cherry on top. Finding out that the guy you went out on a couple dates with is now dating your boss's boss (who is about 40 years older than you) is hilarious.

Also, Leo himself would be very taken aback by his interest in Cliff, I think. It's not something he expected at all and not something he's used to...but something that he is definitely feeling. That in and of itself is a good time.

5. Toby/Sam.

This one is admittedly less niche than the others, but niche enough that I think it still counts. Forgive me.

Once upon a time I said that I would never ship these two. And I meant it. I really truly meant it.

And then I guess I got struck by lightning or something because I do in fact ship them now. Sort of.

I just think that Toby and Sam could definitely be something under the right circumstances. They're definitely not endgame, they're not going to be this committed couple that holds out until gay marriage is legal and then gets married, but they're more than just two guys that hook up with each other too. It's somewhat complicated, but they both make each other feel safe and understood. They have this affection for each other that I just really enjoy. (Sam sleeping on Toby's couch in that one episode will forever occupy my mind). I can't exactly explain this one, but...It somehow works for me now in a way it didn't before. Though it does make me slightly worried about all the other things I said I'd never ship...

[giantchasm]

"It turns out that sometimes the future actually belongs to someone else."

Happy Taransusie Tuesday, everyone! Here's...

Content that only ostensibly focuses on Taransusie and is more than anything character analysis of a third party?

How romantic! 🎉🥳

Okay, but no, seriously. Joshing aside, the other day I posted a meme about Sectonia and how she might feel about the idea of Taranza eventually moving on from her. And it was funny. We all laughed. But things can't always be goof-goof "If everyone started saying 'she sent her for you' I would start haunting literally everyone here because no I didn't." I'm a serious guy. I like exploring concepts that make me go "OUCHIE!" and so let's look at that sort of idea through a more somber lens for a moment.

...How would Sectonia feel if Taranza eventually moved on?

Now, I don't know if she's out there... somewhere in Hades or haunting his ass, but either way I think about her a lot. How she might feel in death, especially if she was returned to her right mind.

I think... Sectonia would have a lot of complicated feelings. Like, before we even get to the relationship nonsense. Let's toss all that aside for a second. I think Sectonia would be simultaneously be crushed by the state she left Taranza in and still... upset to eventually see him heal from it. She'd be glad, of course, to watch the scars she left on him fade, but all the same... seeing him make new friends— leave her behind...

That would have to hurt a little bit, wouldn't it? After all, it's not like she'd be afforded the same opportunity. She died young. Via circumstances that were hardly her fault. Of course she'd be a little bit jealous. Of course she'd be a little bit depressed. Maybe even a little bit angry. And she'd feel bad about it, but she would.

So when you factor in the idea of Taranza entering another relationship... oh my gosh, those complex feelings would only intensify. Taranza deserves to be happy. Taranza deserves to move on. She would know that rationally, but at the same time, the heart isn't always rational.

I do think ultimately she'd support him. In whatever he chose to do. Even if it hurt her a little. The least she can do is give him her blessing after everything that happened.

But that's something that applies to just about any Taranza ship. Let's talk about Susie for a moment.

I... think Susie and Sectonia are people who have some similar issues. At least in my interpretations, they're both people who have warped and maimed themselves in an endless search of perfection hoping it will grant them acceptance from others. But this hasn't granted them peace of mind, and in fact all it's done is pull them further from 'themselves.'

I don't know. I just think they'd have a lot to talk about, even in contexts that don't flagrantly disregard the Bechdel test like this one. They're both girlies who would, like, really vibe to both "Oh No!" by Marina and the Diamonds and "Body" by Mother Mother if that's a sentence that makes even a lick of sense. Their mental illnesses aren't the same, but they're like cousins. Their mental illnesses went to school together.

I think this sort of... self-recognition through the other would both make things easier and harder on Sectonia. Because on one hand, I think it would further be a reminder of all the things she'll never have no matter how badly she wants them, but I also think it would help her... have more empathy for this person she's initially inclined to see as her enemy, and maybe even help her eventually want good things for her.

It's kind of a complex scenario. More serpentine than I could possibly portray in a single comic or Tumblr post. Eventually, I'd like to write a fic from a deceased Sectonia's perspective exploring these sorts of ideas. But for now, I'll leave you with one last preposterous observation:

Perhaps this, too, is yuri. 🤖🐝

[admirationandromantics]

Going overboard, 3: Haunted

The thing you've all been waiting for, yay. Still working on the epilogue, but I think it's coming together. Again, just as a reminder, my blog is 18+, and so is this post. Hope you guys enjoy, and get ready for the next chapter tomorrow. Requests are still open if you're wondering about something or wanting something new <3

He doesn’t waste time, and we both start basically eating each other’s faces. His hands roam my body, one settling on my breast. He squeezes, and I give a sweet moan in response. My body grows hotter, not that bothered by the cold anymore. He lifts me up on the sink, and I pull his body closer to mine using my thighs. I can feel his hardness through his pants, which only turns me more on, getting me wetter by the second. I tug at his jacket, and he undresses as quickly as possible, giving me full access to his toned chest. He starts kissing my neck, burying himself in me. I whimper in reply, scratching his back with my nails. 

“We should take this to the bedroom” he purrs against my skin. I’m suddenly aware of the cold again, and I oblige. We make our way in, getting under the covers. He’s feeling me all over, before tugging at my pants, dragging them off and placing himself on top of me. Knee between my legs, he leans down, continuing kissing my collar and down to my breast. He bites, which makes a loud involuntary sound escape my lips. My hand flies to my mouth, feeling my hot cheeks on the edges. His arms travel under my back, getting the clasp of my bra open and ripping it off. 

“Shhh, I want to hear you” he whispers, hand taking both of my wrists and putting them above my head. My nipples are already hard, but the cold air makes them harder. He takes one of my breasts in his hand, grabbing hard and pushing. He leans down, leaving sweet kisses everywhere, before biting me. I jolt again, and he immediately kisses the mark, soothing the pain. He keeps going, his hand wandering down to my underwear, cupping the wetness. He moves to my clit, rubbing sweet circles with his thumb. I whine, wanting to feel more of him, especially without the clothed barrier. The tension is building, and my core starts feeling needy. Too needy. 

“Josh, please” I start, being interrupted by the involuntary sounds coming out of my mouth. 

“I love when you say my name like that…”

He stands up, taking off his pants and underwear. He’s even bigger than I remember him. I keep looking at him, starstruck, and he snickers. 

“Nothing you haven’t seen before” he says as he lays down on top of me again, dragging down my panties. 

“Doesn’t mean I’ve fully comprehended it yet.”

“Oh, you will”

He runs two fingers over my soaked folds, putting them in with ease. A moan escapes me, and I put my hand over my mouth again, scared that the others will hear. 

“Josh…”

“Don’t you dare” he whispers, taking my hand and placing it around him. I follow his curvations with my fingers, tracing every bit of him. 

He starts pumping, rubbing my clit with his thumb and occasionally curling his fingers. He leans down, grabbing my thigh and leaving kisses. A knot starts to form inside my stomach as he marks my thighs. 

“Fuck, I’m so clo-”

“Shhh” he says, pulling out his fingers. I’m breathing heavily, and a needy whimper leaves my throat as a cause of the lack of his warmth. I look over at him, and he’s getting down, shoving my thighs upon his shoulders. I’m already so ready for him, wanting to have him inside me. 

“Josh, you don’t have t-” before I can finish, I feel a long lick over my folds. My breath hitches as I grab the sheets. His arms are placed on my hips, forcing me down on the mattress. He starts licking soft circles around my clit, making sure to put pressure where needed. My thighs automatically press together, but he pulls them apart with ease, holding them in their place so I don’t hurt him. I feel my core building up again, legs shaking around him. Even when he’s down there I can feel his smirk. I imagine how cocky he is, getting me to cum this quickly. My moans fill the room, and suddenly, two of his fingers glide into me, pumping at a steady pace. It takes me over the edge, and I feel myself finishing all over him. He continues his attack on me, making me ride out my orgasm on his fingers and mouth. 

“God” I gasp, trying to get my breathing under control. He takes his fingers out, moving over me, face to face. 

“That was definitely not God, hun. That was me” he whispers in a cocky tone, his signature smirk plastered on him. Despite being tired, I drag him up to me, kissing him. Tasting myself on his tongue. His hand glides over my stomach, spreading my juices all over me. He grabs hold of my breast, massaging harshly, the roughness sending pulsering jolts of pleasure through my veins. 

“Really? You did that?” I tease back, making him laugh. 

“If you don’t believe me, I suppose I’ll just have to do it again”

I laugh at him, body tired but his words make my heat start pooling again. He leans down, meeting my lips with his yet again. It’s not sloppy, not hungry, but rather romantically passionate. His hardness graces me, soaking up my juices before moving in. I interrupt the kiss with a gasp, surprised by him. The last time we did this, I did not feel like this. I was drunk, not being able to fully feel him. I grab ahold of his shoulders, steadying myself. He goes slow, getting it all the way in while I hold him tightly. One of my arms moves around his neck for support, and I feel his hot breath on my shoulder. 

“You good?” he asks, locking eyes. I nod in reply. He starts moving, going at a steady pace. I can’t help the sounds coming out of me. Moaning as I hold on to him. His head rests in the crook of my neck, and he moves one hand down to my clit. The sounds he makes are getting me wetter by the second. He’s grunting, trying to kill the moans that escape his throat. Sloppy sounds are heard throughout the room as he pumps in and out of me. Between the occasional grunt, there’s a slight whimper, which makes my body grow hotter. My head dizzies as I’m nearing my second orgasm. He continues, kissing my neck as I come all over his cock. He doesn’t stop yet though, going faster and faster. Hot breaths moving down my chest. I whine, feeling the slight pain of overstimulation come over me. I like it, I love it, I love him. 

“I’m gonna-” he yelps, keeping up the pace. 

“Please” I plead, scratching his back as he pulls out, covering my stomach and breasts in white liquid. He collapses beside me, sweaty and breathless. I look over at him, using my hand to draw circles on his chest. He looks over, giving me the up-and-down before settling on my eyes. 

“Gosh you’re beautiful” he sighs, leaning over and kissing me. I laugh. 

“And you’re messy” I state. 

“Can’t help it when it’s you”

He sits up, takes some paper out and cleans me up. Knowing it’s not coming off that easy he stands up and puts on his boxers, walking over to the bathroom again. When he comes back, he’s got a glass of water and warm cloth. I sit up, taking the water from him while he cleans me. 

“You know, I can do it” I smile, trying to take the cloth from him. 

“And miss a chance to touch you? No way”

I put the glass down, taking the cloth from him and putting it on the nightstand. As I turn around, he puts the blanket over us, letting me snuggle into him. I feel sleepy, and considering the time, it wouldn’t be wrong to go to bed. We would party tomorrow, as we would settle in. 

“Are you cold?” he asks, stroking my hair. 

“A little, but it’s okay”

“Want me to get a fire going?”

I look around, noticing a fireplace in the room. God these people are filthy rich. 

“You have a fireplace in your room?” I turn to him, full of surprise. 

“You never noticed before?”

“Nope”

“Too busy?”

“I guess” I laugh, holding on to him even harder, not wanting to let go. As I’m about to drift off a loud yell fills the lodge. 

“Guys!”

We both sigh heavily. The night had apparently barely begun. We both get up, putting on our clothes and walking out. I tell him to go as I’ll go to the bathroom first. I fix my hair, combing through it with my fingers, as well as splash some cold water in my face. 

***

I walk down to the others, noticing a ouija board laid out on the table. 

“You guys got to be kidding me” I state, looking at it with contempt. Our friends went missing last year at this very place. This cannot be a good idea. 

“Oh come on” Chris urges. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I sit down beside the others. A sinking feeling goes through me as I add my hand on the tablet. 

“Ashley, since you’re a recent convert, why don’t you be our medium for today?”

Ashley looks up at him, then at me. I nod to her, anxiety starting to rise. 

“Okay… Um, anyone there? Will you reveal yourself to us if you’re there?” 

The pointer starts moving, and I immediately hold my breath. Chris gets excited, asking who’s moving it, but no one answers. 

“It’s spelling something”

“What?”

“Are you moving it?”

“How’s this working?”

“H…E…L…P”

“Help?”

Chris looks over at Ashley who’s getting a bit scared herself. I can see she’s stressing, but I doubt Chris would want to end this now. 

“How are we supposed to help?” she asks, waiting a few seconds before the pointer starts moving again. 

“W…A…R…N”

“Shit”

“I…N…G”

“Warning?”

I look over at Josh, who seems like he’s not in a good place. He looks stressed, worried, and I consider taking hold of him and leaving, but that’s entirely up to him. 

“I think we really need to find out who’s trying to communicate with us” Chris adds, looking over at Ashley once again. 

“Are we sure we should continue?” I ask, starting to stress even more. Ashley looks at me, before looking down at the board again. 

“We can’t help you if we don’t know who you are”

I breathe out, the pointer moving once again. 

“S…I…S…T…E…R”

“Sister?” I look over at Josh, already getting angry. The others are doing this, they’re trying to fuck with him. It must be them. Josh starts breathing heavily, and I’m about to stand up when he starts. 

“Whose sister?”

Chris looks over at him, then at me. “Oh, come on. Is this for real?”

“Shut up!” Josh interrupts him. 

“Ask it whose sister.” Ashley looks worried over at him. 

“Josh, it’s gotta be-”

“Yeah, okay, well. Which sister is it then?”

I hold my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. This is not fun, this is fake. 

“Ashley, ask who it is” Chris demands. 

“Who are we speaking to, Hannah, is that you?”

The pointer immediately moves yoo ‘yes’. I breathe out, stressing. 

“This is messed up” I whisper. 

“Josh, are you-” Ashley starts, but Josh interrupts her. 

“I’m fine”

“Are you sure because we can stop”

“We should stop” I add to her. 

“No” he states. 

“Dude, it’s cool-”

“I want to hear what it says”

“Okay, think about it, if this is actually Hannah, we can find out what really happened that night” Chris says, and I look over at Josh again. 

“Josh” I start. 

“I can handle it”

“Okay… Hannah, we miss you, and we want to know what happened to you that night. Can you tell us what happened?” Josh looks around, as if searching for something, and I feel bad, almost sick. 

“B…E…”

“Betrayed”

“It’s still going!”

“K…I…L…L”

“Killed?”

Ashley freaks out, voice heightens as she speaks. 

“No, no, we didn’t KILL them, it was just a prank!” 

She’s shaking, and I can glimpse tears in the corner of her eyes. Chris looks over, putting his free hand on her thigh. 

“Ash, calm down, okay? We just need to find out more”

“I’m sorry, guys, I’m so sorry!” she starts crying. Josh looks around again, breathing heavier as the panic sinks in. 

“Ask what happened”

“Okay, Hannah, who killed you?”

“L…I…B…R”

“Library?”

“P…R…O…O”

“Proof”

“Proof in the library?”

Suddenly, the whole table starts shaking, and the pointer flies off it, landing on the ground some paces behind. We all shriek, standing up. 

“Holy shit”

Josh slowly rises, shaking his head. 

“You know what? No, this is bullshit, this isn’t real-”

“Josh, I don’t know what’s going on-”

“Listen… I don’t k-know if you think messing with me is somehow going to help me to deal with my grief or whatever, b-but this… This is not cool”

I hold out my arm to him, but he jumps away from my touch. 

“Josh no! You wanted to use the spirit board”

“Hey Josh, calm down, it’s not Ash’s fault”

“I don’t need this right now”, he states as he makes his way out. 

“Should we go after him?” Ashley asks, and I stand up. 

“You guys are jerks, what the hell were you thinking?” I yell at them, walking away to catch up with Josh. I hear Ashley’s voice behind me. 

“But we didn’t do anything!”

***

“Josh!” I shout, running to the stairs. I don’t know where he’s gone. He probably went to his room. A sigh of relief washes over me as I notice his bedroom door slightly open. I walk inside, seeing his fireplace going. I look around, but he’s not there. Before I’m about to walk out, the door shuts and I hear a slight ‘click’. 

“What the fuck?” I whisper. Walking over to the door and grabbing the handle. It’ll not open, and the key is not on my side. I start slamming on the door. This can’t be Josh, he doesn’t seem like he’s in a state to be playing games right now?

“Hey! Chris, is that you? Open the fucking door!”

I look through the keyhole, making out something that looks like denim, and gloves? 

“Hey!” I yell again, slamming the door harder. After five minutes, I realise it’s no use. I take a look around the room. The bed is still messy after Josh and I’s activities. I sit down, but am disappointed when the sheets are cold. They’d have to let me out after some time right? This was just another stupid prank. I open Josh’s dresser, thinking that if I’m going to stay here for a while, I might as well snoop. There are just clothes. Sweaters, flannels and denim pants. I pull some of them out, holding them up to the light. These are the clothes he wore last year. As I put them back, a shackling sound catches my attention. I press down on the clothing, feeling something hard underneath. I pick them up, seeing an orange pill box. I look at the stamp, not knowing what type of meds they are. He got these recently, about a month ago. And the box is still full? My anxiety rises, why isn’t he taking his medication? Is he getting better? Based on the ouija board accident, I doubt it. He seemed much more panicked than angry. As if he was having trouble breathing and starting to spiral. I get a bad feeling in my stomach, and I realise that I never did find Josh. He might be somewhere in the lodge, not knowing up and down. 

I make my way to the door again, using my body to slam against it. It still doesn’t move. Fuck. I open the window, looking down. Luckily, there’s a fire ladder on the side, and I manage to open it. Suddenly, I hear screams, a faint voice calling for Ashley. What is going on? I open the window wider, and carefully make my way down. I jump down the last metre, landing softly in the snow. I really should have taken one of his shirts while I was up there. I make my way around, walking in the front door before running around. 

“Chris, Ash, Josh?” I shout. I run down to the library, walking down the stairs and seeing Chris, knocked out, and laying still on the ground.

[shrimptacodaniels]

all i know is you make sense (pt. 4)

something something birds of a feather blah blah blah the tree is poetic (imma let you read 🫶)

“Well hey there, adult man lurking in a tree,” Katrina says cordially, as if she frequently sees adult men lurking in trees.

And really, Josh shouldn’t be surprised. 

(He is.)

Because, well, he hasn’t seen Katrina in days. It’s no fault of hers, they’re just busy. Actuarial work is a lot to manage. 

Okay, that’s not what it is. 

Josh has been hiding. It’s something he does exceptionally well - slipping through shadows and gates and loopholes. Usually, this is a point of pride for him. Hiding is a useful knack to have. Getting away from the chaos for a moment helps with perspective. With strategy. 

But the fact that he may have just destroyed his professional life hasn’t given him a lick of perspective. And he doesn’t know his next steps. 

So he’s been sitting in a tree until he does. 

“Alright,” Katrina grunts with the effort of hoisting herself up. “Let’s hope this branch holds the both of us.” 

“I guess we’ll see once you’re up here, hm?” he calls to her. 

But she’s faster than he realizes. 

“We’ll see-“ one more push, and she’s up to the branch he’s on, “-now.” She brushes her hands off on her leggings and settles in. 

He takes a second to look at her. She’s tied her hair back and is sporting her ancient New Balances.

She’s dressed like she knew she’d have to climb a tree today. 

She looks like she’s going to give him hell. 

And despite all the turmoil drilling into his brain, he’s so glad to see her. 

“How’d you find me?” he asks. She opens her mouth to answer, but freezes right as she’s going to. Something passes over her, some revelation Josh can’t quite place. 

“Hear me out on this one, okay?” 

“Take it away.” 

“You still stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating. It’s a habit you sometimes try to stop yourself from doing, especially when we’re working on something with the hackers, but it hasn’t gone away even still. 

You count on your fingers. You have a tapping system for multiplication and do it normally for addition, but you refuse to divide mentally. You work best when you can write out your thoughts. And when you feel like no one is watching you. 

You hate scrambled eggs but you eat them anyway because that’s how Rachel likes them. You’re a bit of a hoarder. You still have clothes from high school in your closet, but you don’t wear them. I think it’s because you don’t want to forget the kid you were. You like him, still. 

You can’t text someone back without reading your response aloud. ‘S just how you think. Which is why you keep your phone on silent during social gatherings in case something of sensitive nature comes up. But you’re sure to check every 25 minutes to see if anyone’s called because you feel like 30 minutes leaves too much room for error and 10 minutes is rude to the people at the gathering. 

Your favorite color is purple. Being inside for too long drives you crazy.

You light up when you’re watching someone do what they love. You’re the kind of person who just lets people talk about their passions because you find the most joy in their joy. And yet you don’t give yourself that luxury.” She fixes him with a hard stare at that. “I’ll come back to that point.

Rachel calls you honeypot not just because it’s a sweet pet name, but also a defense  system for computers. She loves you and she loves that you make her feel protected. You’re so important to her. 

Janice doesn’t cross her arms as much when she’s around you, because she feels as though she doesn’t have to keep up any “tough” image when you’re around. She treats you more bluntly than anyone because she knows that you see things how they are and she respects that. She trusts you to be someone who wants her at face value. 

You are the bravest person I’ve ever met in my life. Because you are the most supportive guy I know. You go out on a limb to challenge the people you love, to make them better. And that’s vulnerable. You’re flexible and creative and quick and charming and brilliant.

Of all the people on the planet, you are the easiest for me to read. And I know how miserable you are as a paralegal - it drains you. And I know how afraid you are of switching up your career. But look at me.” 

She takes his hand in hers. Squeezes twice. 

“I found you because you were made to be found. Because I have the privilege of waking up excited to see you. People spend their whole lives looking for refuge like you. They have to know where to look. And it sure as hell won’t be in a dingy office under heaps of legal teachings from the 1800s. You belong where you’re happy.“ 

She’s crying a bit now. He is too. 

“You weren’t meant to hide,” she whispers shakily. “So don’t. You’re too loved.” 

“I love you,” he leans their heads together, “more than you know.”

“This one’s about you, kid.” She tilts her head to nudge at his. “I know it’s a lot to process. But doesn’t it feel right? Like this is exactly what you’re made for?” 

Josh pauses at that. Looks out at the sunset. Hears the rushing wind and cars zooming past. Knows he’s going home to his girlfriend later. Knows he’s the most loved he’s ever been in his life. 

Knows that starting a board game café has been his dream for the better part of ten years. Feels the thrill of finally being free - not having to carry people’s problems anymore. 

Just give them a soft place to land. 

“You know what?” Josh looks over at her. “It’s starting to.” 

[xtarmanderx]

Jett for pride month, thanks ♡

Day 20 of posting for pride! (No one is as shocked as I am that I am still going strong.)

Dear anon, thanks for this ask! This is something short and sweet, but I hope that you will enjoy it! ❤️

our future might be in shambles, but at least we’re together

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“Do you think,” Josh begins under a haze of smoke, “that there’s really a point to any of this?” He gestures vaguely in the space around them, as though he’s encompassing the whole town, maybe even the whole universe, but Brett knows what he’s really asking. He’s always been attuned to Josh and his thoughts, especially when he’s getting high, and he can’t help but smile faintly.

“The point of it is that I get to love you.” He says simply. Turning his head, he grins as Josh’s nose scrunches up and his eyes roll.

“You know that’s not what I was asking.” Josh tells him. But he still reaches over, petting a hand over Brett’s stomach, and Brett lifts the ends of his shirt to help him find bare skin. “Fuck. You have nice abs.” Josh laments for all of a split second before his eyes brighten again. “I want to lick them.”

“Maybe later, pretty boy.” Brett croons. He doesn’t think for a second that the other will have the energy for much of anything once he’s finished smoking and drained the last of his beer. Brett’s damn glad they don’t have early morning classes tomorrow or else he’d be skipping out and risk another lecture from his academic advisor. “You were about to give me some kind of speech about the cruelties of a college education.”