#sharp stick josh

[phantasmagorianfantasy]

Freak Next Door: Part 1

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18+ only! Josh x OFC

Some Jon Bernthal goodness for a character I don't see a lot of fanfiction about. Sharp Stick was quite a movie, and those scenes now live rent free in my mind forever. Even if Josh was a loser.

Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism

@grippingbeskar This is YOUR fault. I am working on two different pieces right now, and you have been a muse. Thanks!

This is the first part I have written for a Sharp Stick fanfiction which will be inspired by this post by @chellestrash. I think Josh is pretty much a fuckboy of a character, but I would love to see someone torture him. In the fun ways. More to come ASAP - just getting my sea legs.

Comments welcome! Thank you!

Updated June 22nd

Josh stared open-mouthed out of the window. He had been doing this for days now - he'd wake up, say goodbye to his wife before she took the kids to daycare and climb back into the guest-room bed, sitting up against the headboard.

This window gave Josh a perfect view into his neighbor's bedroom. A room with a view, he mused.

After his last stunt with the babysitter, he was still in the dog house, and he had been relegated to the extra room on the opposite side of their home. Married, but in the same purgatory he had found himself in previously. Josh felt his heart clench as he thought about how that last affair had ended.

That wasn't his fault, though. There had been a lot of pressure on him, and with Heather the way she was... Still. He really hadn't meant for any of that to happen.

How long had it been? It must have been two years now.

Such a fuck up...he thought to himself, guilt filling every sense. In this moment, he even considered stopping, not going through with his new ritual, saving some sort of semblance of honor and decency for the mother of his children. But the memory of their first meeting always tugged him back into the filth and away from any honorable thought or intention.

Josh had first met her at a community barbecue down the street. He swallowed hard, running a hand lazily along his chest as he remembered her in that checkered blue and white bathing suit top, still wet from the pool. She had a smile that could dazzle, and he loved how her eyes crinkled at the sides when she threw her head back when she laughed. Josh remembered how he had unconsciously eyed the fabric clinging to her body, to every single curve.

Josh closed his eyes, thinking of the sweat that languidly dripped down her neck into the valley of her breasts as the sun shone gold through the wisps of her blond hair. He imagined himself running a tongue through that trail and a shudder ran through him.

Josh groaned, the self-depricating thoughts at war with the growing arousal in his stomach. That day... he remembered that woman's delicate fingers picking up a strawberry from the buffet table and sinking it in between her lips in a way he felt was meant for him. Her eyes were boring into him, this tight 30-year-old shamelessly making eye contact with him as her red lips pursed against the curve of the berry. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as her teeth sank into the fruit. A small trail of juice had eeked out of the corner of her mouth. He had been halfway through raising a beer to his lips, and Yuri was blabbing away about his current hot piece, but that had stopped him in his tracks too.

'I said goddamn Josh, was she lookin' at you or me?' Yuri had nearly gasped these words out beside him. Josh hadn't known the answer.

His mind flipped back and forth from memory to reality, and Josh licked his lips, the memory of that damn barbecue sending an electric shock through his body. He pulled off his shirt, throwing it unceremoniously into a ball near the hamper. He bit his lip, waiting with trepedation and a little bit of guilt as he looked through the window into her bedroom.

From here, he could see her golden curls splayed on the sheets, her legs twisted in them. Josh dragged his hand from his neck down his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment, imagining her delicate hands following this very trail. His throat was so fucking dry as he tried to create what he imagined she would do...his finger tips barely putting pressure on his skin, alternating from petting to a slow, light draw of fingernails.

Josh felt his phone vibrate as the 10am alarm sounded. His eyes opened lazily as he sent the alarm into oblivion. She'd be waking up any second now. His eyes darted back, praising whatever diety allowed the bedroom a view straight into her bed.

His breath caught in his chest as he saw a pair of legs slide up. She was awake. He was thankful that the curtains allowed this small space where he could see her in bed. That woman always slept naked, and seeing her legs emerge sent a jolt straight to his growing arousal. He could see her hand lazily playing with the inside of her legs, and he imagined the murmurs she might make if his hands replaced hers. Josh stiffened, watching her sit up in bed. They were nearly facing one another, the distance seeming paradoxically close and yet so so far as he watched her fingers squeeze around her breast and then trail down her stomach to the curls below. He wondered if she tasted sweet like that strawberry, wondered how it would feel to have her grinding herself into his mouth as he cleaned the juices from her. He groaned softly, his hips rising slightly at the thought of being in between those legs, gripping her thick thighs.

Another whsipered moan escaped his lips, all thoughts of resistance chased away in a moment. He jerked his sweatpants down just above his knees and streched out his legs. He spat into his hand, pumping his length lazily a few times before turning his eyes back to her, who was mirroring him now, her back against her headboard and fingers slipping in and out of her.

He choked as his length pulsed, seeing her slowly raise her hips to meet her hand. He hoped that her eyes were closed, afraid of the consequences of her realizing his little fantasy. But Josh wanted nothing more than see her gaze cutting into him, burning him, making him squirm. His grip tightened, and he released a breath he had been holding in earnest.

Her lips were curled into a smile though slightly parted, and he watched her hand circling her clit. He moaned softly, watching her alternate between her clit and sliding a finger into her own folds. He could tell she was moaning from the way her chest rose and fell, by how her hips rose off the bed.

He looked down at himself for a moment, considering how it would look to have her fingers wrapped around his length. His grip tightened, and the pleasure was double edged. He continued to slide his hand in time with her motions, and his mouth hung open as he saw her plunge two fingers into herself. He could see everything, and the pressure building within him made his stomach tight. His grip was firm and deliberate. He was not rushing, yet.

God, she was beautiful. He praised her in his mind, his eyes locked on her hands and how her hips rose as she pumped her fingers. He felt his release on the horizon, and moaned softly as she continued her assault.

Josh felt his end approaching, the pre-cum leaking and mixing with his spit as his speed increased. He imagined what those breathy moans would sound like if he were the one sinking his digits into her, the one licking up and down her slit before taking her clit between is lips and sucking gently. He groaned again, his speed increasing as his eyes locked on her face.

He moved away from the headboard, his legs hanging off the side of the bed as he ached to get a closer look at her as he came. He felt a shot of panic run through him as their eyes made contact. He was unsure if she'd actually seen him until she too began to scoot away from her headboard and closer to the window, knees up and legs perched at the edge of the bed as she fucked herself for his eyes only. Her eyes were alternating from her own body to him, and her other hand slipping a pair of fingers into her mouth.

Josh gasped, imagining the filthy sounds he imagined she would make. His minstrations became erratic as the woman next door laid on her back, her hips bucking up as she fucked herself for him. He watched his cock jump, his hands tightening and releasing pressure as he considered how she would feel under him, panting and mewling. When his eyes returned to the window, she was leaning back on her elbows, looking straight back at him. Her fingers were still plunged inside her, and he watched as she pumped them quickly before her other hand joined in order to rub quickly against her bud. The quiet of the morning allowed the muffled sounds of her moans to drift into the room, and Josh groaned again, his insides twisting with pleasure. He watched as she threw her head back, thrusting into herself as her hips jumped forward.

He gasped, an "Oh fuck" escaped his lips before he threw his head back. He moaned as his cock throbbed in his hands, cumming over his own stomach. He felt his cum as it landed on the sweated sheen of his chest. He couldn't stop the grip of his hand, unrelenting as he came hard, even as the orgasm began to abate. He felt a little pathetic, hearing his own breathy moans as he fucked himself life a teenager. As he finished, he did feel the knots in his stomach release just slightly. Josh's eyes were momentarily fixed on the mess on himself, a feeling of slight shame and nervousness as he thought of how his eyes had locked with hers.

He didn't know if he should move, hide the evidence of what he had been doing as he watched her. He bit his lip and chanced a peek back up. She was looking straight at him, her mouth opened with a look of gasping elation.

Josh slowly threw his legs over the side of the guest bed and walked to the window, unable to take his eyes off the quivering mess in that beautiful woman's hands. He swallowed hard seeing the look in her eyes.

She didn't look completely satisfied, and the idea both thrilled and terrified him. He still hoped in the back of his mind that he was imagining her eyes boring into his. Perhaps she was just staring into space, overcome with pleasure like he had been.

However, his breath caught when she slowly slid off the bed and approached her window. The space between the houses couldn't be more than 30 feet, and he groaned as she raised a hand to wave, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Oh fuck.

[adoreyouusugar]

Was starting a seemingly good fic about Josh from Sharp Stick and was really into the backstory because it follows the movie and then in the description they said ‘blonde hair’ and that’s when I knew that the fix wasn’t for me

[darlingshane]

thirsty tongue thursday 👅

[itwasthereaminuteago]

A pathetic wet blanket of a man, a sad soggy teatowel of a guy, an absolute moist tissue of a lad. He thinks he knows everything but he'll come in two seconds flat once he's in you and probably cry about it but he'll worship you and he sure as hell knows where your g-spot is and won't quit until your toes are curling and you're screaming his name which I won't say but you're thinking it.

[ellefernanda]

You can kiss my hand. 🫳

[chellestrash]

i want to expand on that josh character if that's ok, i feel the same with him, i'm so happy that you also get it!!! i can imagine him saying “but ive been a...” his voice leading off, not quite finishing the sentence. you grab his chin and turn his face towards you "you've been what josh? speak up!" he looks absolutely pathetic, the poor fool is getting shy now? you quirk an eyebrow and wait for him to finish what he wanted to say. “i've been a good boy, let me cum...please?" he questions at the end, knowing that you like it when he asks for things politely. his voice sounded raspy, raw, you did make him use it earlier when you jerked him off for all he had only to stop right before the finally. you tighten the fingers at his chin, “oh really? but have you been a good boy? what about when i caught you rubbing yourself against the sheets earlier? like a fuckin virgin, were you a good boy then.” it’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, you know it. how truthful will he be? as he sits stark naked on the bed, you in his lap, your underwear on, it irks him how he can’t feel you, really feel all of you. just the warmth of you, a ghost touch of your hot core. he looks away sheepishly, knowing he wasn’t what he said he was. he stays quiet, you smile, a wicked one. he gulps at that, you’re in a mood and he knows he’s in deep trouble. the hand at his chin moves down, wrapping around his thick neck, you feel his adams apple bob. the other makes it way to the back of his head and yank the hair there, he whimpers, at your mercy. “i don’t think you even believe what you’re saying, you’ll say anything for a quick fuck wont you. can’t even admit it like a man, pity, i’d like to see this pretty mouth be truthful for once.” your hand goes back to his mouth, sticking two fingers into the wet cavern. he chokes, you stop just before his gag reflex is triggered. you grip his hair tighter, josh whines around your fingers. “maybe i need to play with you longer, just to make sure you really are a good boy, you know, like you said you were.” your hips drive down against his hard cock, the sensations overwhelming him, he’s trying so hard to focus on one thing at a time but there’s just so much all at once. his eyes roll back and he cries out again. he’ll do anything for you at this point, maybe he’ll let you slap him around this time. YOU INSPIRE ME CHELLE!! thank you for all that you do, it’s truly appreciated 💖

OKAY SHIT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS!

THIS LIKE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT! like yeah he’s such a shitty person he’s pathetic, whiny and a cry baby buy goood isn’t that fun in some ways?

like imagine having him with his arms tied to the bed so he can’t touch himself and as a result he’s ever more whiny and can’t shut up, begging you to touch him to make him feel SOMETHING like he doenst even dare to ask you to make him come? or i see him on his knees in front of you, your fingers in his mouth as he suck on them eyes on you just waiting to see if you’ll praise him. Pushing them deeper until he chokes, pulling back quickly but you don’t let him move away from you.

“Oh please we know you can take more than that.”

and you smirk, watching him struggle as his eyes start to water some??

idk i just really have a very deep need to hear that man whine and beg you know??

[urfavoritegirlkisser]

"To all the Girls I've Loved Before" Hazel Callahan x Reader

"And then she shoved them all into her closet, for her eyes only, and it would stay that way until she died…or at least that was her hope."

Tags: Fluff, Nothing big happens really, only one use of y/n, wlw, proof read but it's currently 4:44am and my eyes burn so just ignore imperfections

A/N: This is kind of loosely based on the scene in "To all the Boys I've Loved Before" where all the guys receive their letters, but make it gay, also please don't steal my writing...it would suck

Hazel always kept her romantic feelings to herself…well, she tried to at least. 

Sometimes she would have a crush that made her want to just scream from the rooftops and parade around town confessing her love to whoever was the object of her desires at that time.

So, Hazel decided to write them out, to save herself from becoming an even bigger loser than she already was. She would write letters to all of her crushes but never mail them so she could look back and read what crazy things a simple crush can do to a person.

There was only three letters, one to PJ, one to a girl she had met at summer camp once, and then you.

You were the one crush that Hazel didn’t think she would ever be able to shake, PJ was simple to shake after a few arguments and harsh words thrown Hazel’s way…

But you seemed to keep Hazel in your grasp even if you only knew her from that one spin the bottle game during a party freshman year, which was the first time Hazel kissed a girl. Ever since she would still catch herself faintly blushing if you caught her gaze in the hallways.

She had written your letter first, the night she got home from the party freshman year. Hazel poured out all of her giddy feelings about the kiss and how pretty your eyes were underneath the cheap party city lights.

And then she shoved them all into her closet, for her eyes only, and it would stay that way until she died…or at least that was her hope.

It was a regular Friday afternoon. Hazel’s last period being gym which wasn’t exactly her favorite, especially since she had gotten caught up with fight club business and ran late causing her teacher to tell her she was running an extra lap because of her tardiness.

Hazel had been running for a while and stopped to take a breather as the sun shone down on her, and of course she forgot her water bottle in the bleachers in her haste.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hazel saw you approaching and tried to straighten her sweaty and wrinkled P.E. uniform. Not that it helped her appearance any since she knew her cheeks were probably a blotchy red and could feel her hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” she asks, trying to be cool but cringing at herself for not coming up with something less generic.

You smile sweetly, “Hi Hazel, look I wanted to tell you that I am very flattered, but I just broke up with Josh a few days ago” you say putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry…what?” Hazel says, confused and still trying to catch her breath from running, and that’s when she saw it

Oh fuck…

In your hands was a letter, Hazel’s handwriting clear as day with your name and address on it.

“And don’t get me wrong, that kiss freshman year was great for a first kiss, I wouldn’t say it was like a firework show but I mean I wasn’t in your shoes for it so…” You ramble on a little awkwardly

And that’s the last thing Hazel remembers you saying before she hit the ground

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“Hazel!” You say sharply while shaking her shoulder and she jerks awake with a sharp inhale

Hazel squints as the sun shines directly into her eyes, “Jesus…what happened?” she groans a little as she leans onto her elbows

“Well, you fainted” you say before helping Hazel sit up

She knows that you continued speaking to her after that, but she can’t really pay attention as she looks over you shoulder to see a confused looking PJ walking over, letter in hand

Oh no…no no no no no

“Oh my god…” Hazel mutters to herself trying to think of a distraction and then turning to you.

“Oh my god” she repeats before quickly pulling you down so she’s on top of you and quickly presses her lips to yours, while you shriek in surprise.

“Hey! You two! Get up and stop that!” the coach shouts, which causes Hazel to immediately break away in shock of what she had just done.

She looks over to see PJ staring at the two of you dumbfounded. Hazel jumps up and shoots you a thumbs up.

“Uh, thanks…i guess” she stammers out before running away from both you and PJ who tries to call after her. 

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Thank you for reading!! This is my first time posting fanfic so I am actually so nervous, go drink some water you girl kissers, love y'all!

[katuschka]

Olalla – Chapter Four

Josh Kiszka x female OC

6.432 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

One more chapter until Jacob makes an appearance again, so bear with me. Some shit still needs to happen...

Warnings: alcohol consumption, junk food, lots of fluff, heavy petting, oral sex, masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, some rough sex too, but not too much, orgams (self) denial, depression, allusions to trauma, some arguing going on, the main character being a bit insufferable

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Feel the vibe Feel the terror Feel the pain It's driving me insane I can't fake For God's sake why am I driving in the wrong lane Trouble is my middle name But in the end I'm not too bad Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you

Josh protested weakly for a short while but gave up soon, because he didn’t really have enough strength to fight with her. All he wanted to do was to wash the sticky sweat off his exhausted body and crawl in bed. He had a throbbing headache, his feet were swollen and his calves felt as if he set them on fire, not to mention the hollow ache deep inside his chest. The first panic attack had scared him shitless, but he learned to cope since then and could feel this one subsiding already. He hoped she didn’t recognize it, thinking that he was probably just upset by what happened…

He was also so hungry it hurt, but the idea of going anywhere and just being seen by any more people made him even more nauseous. He generally loved people, so this scared him too. He didn’t feel like himself anymore. 

“Could you please at least tell me where we’re going?” he asked after a while, still clutching his forehead with his elbow sticking out of the window. 

“We’re nearly there,” was all she said as she drove through the last sharp bend. They were now at the top of a bare, grassy hill with just a few trees here and there. The sun was setting right in front of them and if he just turned his head left, he would see a truly breathtaking view. It was a warm, breezy, fairytale evening. One of those summer evenings that make you forget about tomorrow; when you stay outside a bit too long, wrapped in a blanket, until early birds and the sun re-emerging on the other side tell you it’s finally time to go get some rest. 

Not today though. The magic was lost somehow. He just didn’t care. He didn't want to care right now…

They soon arrived at a wrought iron gate that separated the main road from a driveway which led to several log chalets. They were obviously new, but looked sufficiently traditional at the same time, built in the picturesque goralski style, with just a few modern enhancements. It looked fairytale-ish AND expensive.

In his dreamlike state, he watched her miraculously procure the keys from the glove box, step out of the car and open the gate. 

She did the same thing again after she parked the car in front of one of the smaller chalets. This time she motioned him to follow her inside. He groaned and slowly dragged himself out of the car. He wasn’t in the mood for whatever she’d been plotting or whoever she wanted to meet here. 

The plank wall interior looked bright and cozy and was moderately furnished with just a large and comfy-looking modern gray couch that contrasted with a wooden dining table and chairs carved in the rural style. There was also a fully equipped kitchenette, a large TV and stereo system and a wooden staircase with iron-wrought banister that led upstairs. It was also completely empty. 

“What is this?”

“Our shelter for the night,” she answered and switched the lights on because it was already getting dark inside. “I figured you’d appreciate a bit more privacy today.”

She wasn’t wrong, he couldn’t deny that. He knew he was a mess and if they went back, there would be questions, and the people who’d ask them, and he feared couldn’t deal with that right now. He was sure she didn’t want to, either. And this place was actually quite nice, but…

“So, it’s just the two of us? Is this place yours?” He asked tentatively. He thought it unlikely, but really hoped it was. 

“No, not mine. I couldn’t afford it even if I wanted to. And I don’t,” she replied matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything, and turned on the oven to let it pre-heat.

Joshua, however, looked positively alarmed now. Still clutching his backpack in one hand, he tried to stop her in her tracks with the other. “Seriously, Olalla! What is this place and how could you get us inside? Please, tell me we’re not trespassing. I don’t want more trouble. If we can pay for this, I definitely will! I don’t want you to…”

“Relax, Mr. I-will-pay-for-it-all. It’s been already paid for. This is a private resort. People pay yearly rent so they can come anytime they want. Anyway, this one belongs to a guy who owns a small chain of bakeries. I’m the housekeeper,” she finally started to explain while rummaging in the fridge and kitchen drawers. “Here, have some water. And stop bouncing around me like a yo-yo. Sit and relax, for fucks sake!” She grabbed his shoulders and gently pushed him in one of the chairs before she dived her nose in the freezer, searching for boxes with frozen pizza. She threw one on the table in front of him “Margherita?” 

He nodded weakly and she put it in the oven. “That’s why I couldn’t go to dinner with you the other day. I was here. Even when they’re not here, I come in here every week to keep this place spotless, because his wife is scared of spiders. Also, it just needs to be ready all the time in case they just decided to come here on a whim.” She noticed his alarmed face and added: “Not now! Don’t worry. They’re currently in Egypt…There’s some wine, too. Would you want some?”

He sucked in a breath and exhaled dramatically, which made her roll her eyes. “I take care of their groceries and other supplies. There’s a monthly budget and they don’t keep track, so they won’t notice. Besides, I can keep the change, so all in all you’re my guest… Now come have a look.”

She took his hand and led him to a small terrace outside a glass door at the southern side of the chalet. That’s when he finally saw it. The whole Tatra mountain range was stretching right in front of them. The setting sun was now illuminating just the tops of it, painting the peaks in fiery red, while the valley below was already shrouded in shadow. The glimmering streetlights of Zakopane looked surreal from where they stood, almost inappropriate…like a fake illusion that civilization could possibly surpass the power of the surrounding nature. We don’t control life, life controls us – that’s what Agnieszka thought. Josh, on the other hand, believed in divine symbiosis. Even now, all he could see was beauty. This was much bigger than him, much more important.

She watched with joy as his expression finally relaxed and a weak smile played on his lips.  “This is beautiful,” he breathed out at last. “You still didn’t explain why we’re really here.”

“I already told you. The privacy.” His crossed arms and raised eyebrows and the whole oh-come-on look on his face told her that he wasn’t buying. He didn’t look so drained anymore, though, already going back to his charming, bubbly self. And even if he wasn’t, she wouldn’t mind. 

She took a deep breath and told him that this was the exact reason. “We’re here so that you could just be yourself. You don’t need to feign anything tonight.”

If they went back to Eulalia, he would no doubt be forced to smile and act normal, at least until he’d reach the confines of his small and stuffy attic room. He had been upset, and she just wanted him to breathe and smile in earnest. This place was perfect for that. She would go here on her own sometimes – or stayed a bit longer than necessary after having done her chores – just to enjoy a private moment of peace, unbothered by anyone. That’s what she told him. 

She did not tell him that she feared that they would just part in the hallway and that would be it. There were still some things that were left unsaid and there might not be another opportunity to say them. She would resume her role of a receptionist/slash/maid and he’d be her guest again, engaging in polite conversations about the weather until he’d be gone for good. The whole ride here, the devil on her shoulder kept telling her that it would be better that way and that this was foolish. Or was it the angel? She couldn’t tell. She also couldn’t let go of him that easily. Maya was wrong. A lot of things could have happened…and they did. She needed closure. 

She did not need to tell him that, though. She brought him here not as her guest, but as her…whatever he was. A friend, most probably. Someone who she cared about, in spite of her resolve. 

He knew that, and that was what really made him smile, not just the view. 

“Thank you, Olalla,” he said in a low tone after a while and brought her from her reverie. “I truly love it here. Can we eat outside? he added, motioning to a set of fake rattan chairs and a small table right beside Agnieszka. He looked like an excited, mischievous boy again. 

“Of course,” she smiled kindly and the stove clock buzzed, telling them the pizza was ready. 

It was already dark when they finished eating, the wine was almost gone, too. It was getting chilly and they had to wrap themselves in blankets from the couch. Their bare and swollen feet, already freed from their heavy boots, were already getting uncomfortably cold, but neither of them wanted to leave yet. The pizza was okay, but small and they were still a bit hungry after, so Agnieszka quickly made some microwave popcorn. They were now munching the last handfuls, each of them lost in their thoughts, and watching the stars mirror the lights below. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” she finally broke the silence. 

“You’ll have to be more specific,” he smiled warmly and reached out to stroke the back of her hand that lay on her armrest... 

“The bus…” Her hand slid from under his fingers to reach for her wine, leaving them hovering in mid air awkwardly for a split second before he retracted them and clenched his fist unconsciously. 

His previously relaxed face clouded again. “What’s there to talk about? People are jerks, you can’t avoid them. End of story, I guess.” His tone was not unpleasant, but it sounded definitive. He wasn’t going to discuss his breakdown with her. She nodded and looked away, so he continued in his honeyed voice: “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m just impulsive. And I’d rather talk about our trip. The valley, it was a truly beautiful place. How many times have you actually been there?” 

Her heart sank and she watched him playing with the hem of his shirt for a while. It was OK if he didn’t want to talk about the bus ride, but the way he just dismissed the kiss stung her.  She cleared her throat because the lump in it threatened to choke her, and answered politely:  “A few times. I think I was six or seven when my dad took me there for the first time. We needed passports back then. 

“Well, that makes it easier now,” he nodded absentmindedly, still playing with his shirt. 

“Nothing is easier!” Her sudden outburst made him look up in annoyance, but his expression quickly softened when he saw her own. He wanted to hug her, but didn’t dare, too afraid that she would pull away from him again. 

He was about to suggest that they should probably call it a night. The wine obviously didn’t have the best effect on her. However, she took a deep breath and continued. It was a sudden outburst of words, totally out of her character, but he listened eagerly as she told him about the solace she found up there; how the weather made the same places look a bit different each time; how she knew every place accessible on foot and how Dominik – her fiance – once convinced her to get a climbing permit so that he could show her more; how she avoided going up there for nearly two years after he fell and left her here; how she finally learned that it’s just people’s stupidity that makes bad things happen, and nothing else…

She had no idea why she told him all that, but she suddenly felt so much lighter. It was just like the first night all over again. He was her confessor. 

“Is that why you’re running from love? he whispered.

“No,” she huffed in protest. “I’m just seeking joy elsewhere. Love is overrated.” 

“What? Oh no! Love is everything, dear. You cannot live without it. It’s the ultimate knowledge. ‘The more you love, the more you know’ – a dumb man once said. Love IS joy!”

“Yeah, you’re positively glowing,” she responded sarcastically.

“Even when it hurts, it’s worth it.”

“I’d rather never known that pain,” she mumbled. 

“I regret nothing.” His face betrayed him, though. This was clearly not true. He could feel her eyes on him as he chewed the inside of his cheek. She opened up to him, he should do the same. It just wasn’t easy, not when this ugly, fake and pixelated version of him kept defeating him and its tentacles could reach this place too if he weren’t careful. It had destroyed his love and it still threatened to destroy his life…or at least it felt that way sometimes.  “…well, almost…but that has nothing to do with love,” he added when the silence became unbearable.

“So, what’s his name?” The question made him smile, albeit ruefully. He loved how straightforward she was from day one. Some might think it rude, but her questions were always laced with pure interest and concern, nothing more. He appreciated that. She was clever, too…although not clever enough. 

“Who? The love I don’t regret?” It was obvious that she wasn’t going to repeat the question. They both knew exactly what she meant, so he looked at her at last and added, finally telling her much more than just a name: “Christopher.”

“Do you still love him?”

“I don’t believe in falling out of love…unless it turns to hate. And I could never do that.”

“That sounds a bit evasive.”

“Yet it’s the most truthful answer I could give you. Everyone I’ve ever loved has left a mark. Some may be a bit faded, but love just doesn’t leave. Don’t your vain attempts to run from it prove my point?” 

She huffed in annoyance and emptied her glass of wine. “He didn’t leave me intentionally. He died. Isn’t it natural to feel resentful when someone breaks your heart? They’re not gone, they just don’t want you anymore. I’m pretty sure it’s much easier to let go.”

“He didn’t break my heart. I broke his…and mine, in the process. I’m to blame. And I’m pretty sure he’s resentful, but it didn’t make it any easier for either of us. Besides, didn’t you just say a moment ago that it was all about human stupidity? We’re supposed to learn from it, not hide.” 

She had no answer to that. She just tightened the blanket around her, acting like they were just talking about the weather. “It’s getting a bit chilly.”

He gave her a long, scrutinizing look, but she kept avoiding his eyes. “Ok, let’s go inside,” he sighed.

They washed the dishes together in silence and then she reluctantly led him upstairs, sad that their day would – after all – end in what felt like an argument. 

The upper bedchamber was not much different from his attic room, with just the most essential furnishings, the double bed taking up most of the space. It was also equally stifled after the hot day. The bathroom, however, was large and cool and fully equipped.. Agnieszka once again started making everything ready with alacrity. She turned on the boiler, opened up the window to let some fresh air in, reached into the closet and handed him several clean towels, showed him where to find spare toothbrushes…and all that time he watched her with visible concern in his eyes which she masterfully ignored.  

She was finally done. Standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her sides, she exhaled audibly. “Unfortunately, there’s just one bedroom here, but I can sleep downstairs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Olalla, the bed is big enough for both of us. If you don’t wanna share it, I understand…but in that case I should be the one sleeping on the couch.”

“I don’t mind sharing the bed with you, I just thought…”

“Good, it’s settled then. Now let’s go take a shower,” he interrupted her matter-of-factly and pulled off his shirt. Her breath hitched as he started unbuttoning his shorts. 

“What? Together?”

“We’re gonna sleep in one bed, we have no spare clothes, what difference does it make?” He tried to act nonchalantly, but there was some underlying tension building up under the surface, as if he was testing her, but losing his temper already.

“It makes a difference to me Joshua. I do…”

His face contorted in frustration and he threw his arms up in the air. “And what makes you think that I don’t? What exactly do you want? If you brought me here just as a friend, fine. I can cope with that. You obviously made some assumptions about me along the way, and you weren’t completely wrong. But the kiss…I meant it. And I think you did too, that it’s what you want, but your walls are too high. You’ve been dodging me ever since that happened, even before that, actually… Yet, here we are. I’ve been acting like an idiot too, you haven’t met me at my best, but I do like you, ok? So please, stop overthinking this and fucking tell me. Why does it make a difference to you?”

All the time, she just stood there, watching him flailing his arms around, shocked. If only it were so easy – not overthinking it. Was she really pushing him away today? She wasn’t aware of that. She wanted to touch him again. Badly. The yearning was strong, and past the point of it being purely physical. It kept frightening her.

He was wrong, though. This wasn’t really what she wanted. When she saw him for the first time, he was just another guy that she could potentially have some fun with…if he wanted. Just another handsome body to fill the void for a while. But that changed very quickly. And what the hell did he want, anyway? 

“I’m scared.” She was crying now, overwhelmed by his confession as well as her over emotions. 

“Of what, baby?”

I’m scared of the fact that for the first time in years, I care. And I’m scared of having to admit that, if you asked. And no matter what happens now, you’re going to leave me. I don’t know what this is yet…definitely not a date…we have no future. But I already know that I’m going to miss you.

She couldn’t say any of it aloud though. 

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and looked into her eyes, searching for cues. “Do you want me to go sleep on the couch, baby? It’s ok, you know.”

“No,” she whispered. No, she couldn’t possibly let him do that. It was something in his touch. Every time he made a slightest contact with her skin, her brain short-circuited, making her mind do mental backflips. Because, screw that…If she’s going to miss him, she wants to miss everything about him. “Can you kiss me again, please?” 

He barely touched her at first. Just a fleeting brush of his lips against hers. It would be almost innocent if it weren’t for the shaky exhale, almost a moan. It was controlled, and he did it on purpose. He was teasing her before he looked at her again and whispered: “Is this what you want, hm? Just a kiss?” 

“You can take whatever you want.”

“I’m not going to be taking anything today, baby,” he responded, caressing her cheek in a loving way. She leaned into his touch and ran her fingertips up his bare chest, tracing his collarbones and then his jaw as she tried to commit every detail of his face in her memory. “We’re gonna take it slow, what do you think? he whispered. 

“Yes…,” she whispered back. 

He reached for the hem of her tank top, motioning her to lift her arms up, which she was reluctant to do. 

“I stink like a pig,” she sniffed, but a soft smile was already forming on her lips. 

“You smell divine, my dear.” He kissed her again, this time with more passion. They stood there for a while, reveling in their newly found intimity, licking and moaning into each other’s mouths. He cupped her bare breast in his hand, running his fingers along her nipple before he bowed down to do the same thing with his tongue. She tilted her head back. “Joshua…”

“Yeah,” he muttered with her nipple still in his mouth. 

“I’d really like to shower first…” He smiled against her skin and straightened up. He took her hand, grabbed the towels with the other and led her into the bathroom. 

He did as he promised, and took it slow. They took off the rest of their clothes and stepped in the shower together. She unbraided his hair, helped him disentable the dreadlock beads from his hair, before she started rubbing shampoo into his curls. “Coconut ice-cream again?” he chuckled softly. She smiled back. “I told you I take care of the supplies. That includes my supplies. I get a wholesale discount for this.” 

“You’re a hell of a housekeeper,” he laughed. 

When they got back to the bedroom, she just turned off the lights and climbed in bed. He followed suit. They cuddled at first and explored their bodies in the darkness. Listening to his heavy breath was intoxicating. The silky softness of her skin, in contrast with her calloused palms, moved him in a way he never expected. But as soon as their kisses deepened and his cock hardened, they couldn’t wait any longer. She cupped his balls and kneaded them gently, making him whimper. 

“I need to feel you,” he whispered.

“Come inside then.” 

“What a nice way to put it,” he chuckled against her shoulder. “How do you want me?”

“Spoon me.”

“Alright.” 

She turned on her side and he positioned himself, pushing in slowly. He tried to do everything slowly, but it became almost unbearable after a while, and when she whispered “more,” he quickened his pace. He wanted to do just what she asked for, and just listening to her reactions was making him lose his mind. So, when she whimpered “tough me more,” he was delighted to oblige. He grabbed her leg and lifted it up, resting her shin against his knee. His hand sneaked down her thigh until he found that precious little button. It didn’t take long and he soon felt her contracting around him. He diligently took her there, pushed her over the edge with one last flick of his finger and held her tight while she reached the dizzy heights and then came back to him.

It took her a while to realize that he had stopped completely. “Joshua…go on…” Her voice was like a jingle bell, feeble and high and a little breathy. 

“Shhh, just let me savor the moment, it’s ok” he murmured into her hair. She exhaled heavily and relaxed as the fatigue threatened to overcome both her mind and body at last. With their limbs still intertwined and their bodies still connected, she felt his chest rise and fall against her back. It was getting cold in the room. He moved just a little to grab a blanket, threw it over both of them and buried his face in her hair again. Almost involuntarily, he moved his hips just a little a few times and whimpered weakly, still chasing the feeling before he finally stopped. “Get some rest, sweet Olalla,” he whispered and his fingertips stroked the baby hair that covered her temple. She fell asleep before he got limp, feeling both peaceful and full.

The sun emerged from behind the clouds and its morning rays hit Josh straight in the face, waking him. He was a bit disoriented at first. He also had a painful erection.

The planks on the ceiling looked just like those in his attic room, but the light coming from the outside, as well as the smell of new wood and furniture were different…then he remembered. 

Her side of the bed was empty and cold and no sounds were coming from below. That made him start…only to notice a piece of paper with a quickly scribbled message placed carefully on her pillow. 

I had to go back to Eulalia, but I will be back VERY soon with some clean clothes and breakfast. Feel free to make yourself some coffee.

He checked his phone on the nightstand to see what time it was, only to find it dead. Perfect, so she was keeping him hostage now. 

That made him huff. He had no idea what time it was, but he had faith in her, so…first things first. He had to take care of himself. He wrapped his fingers around his hard-on and started stroking himself. It was slow at first, but he soon became impatient. All the pent-up energy, all the emotional whiplash he experienced recently, all the hurt and newly found pleasures…he needed to release the tension that had only intensified the night before. 

For the first time in months, he didn’t picture Christopher’s mouth enveloping the tip of his hard dick while he was pumping himself. The events of the previous night occupied his mind instead. He enjoyed sex with women, but it had been a couple years now…and to be honest, it had never infiltrated his deepest fantasies…until now. He just couldn’t help it now. He could feel it again – her tight walls, smooth like velvet, warm and tight…but not too tight. Different.

The way she moaned with each thrust; it was so melodic. So sincere. All the hurt she had tried to hide, it seeped out of the pores of her silken skin and evaporated in the air above them. He made her feel better. She made him feel better. 

He closed his eyes and he could see her face clearly again, as if it was tattooed on the inner surface of his eyelids. He thought about their first kiss as he twisted his wrist, stroking the head of his cock in a circular motion. The electricity when the tip of her tongue met with his was real. It made him moan loudly and his heart started to beat faster. He was getting close already. 

He ran his second hand past his abdomen to cup his balls, kneading them gently just like she had done yesterday. He longed for her to do it again, but right now he had to get this over with so they wouldn't burst. A few more strokes – together with a memory of her dark ponytail flailing in the wind – before spurts of his cum landed on his belly and chest. 

The hurt he had felt – it somehow ceased to matter the very moment she decided to try to make it go away without even asking what he had done to feel that way. Her whole being left an imprint on him. Her teary eyes, her ringing laugh, the softness of her skin and her calloused hands. His vision of her was not purely sexual, but it made him emotional. She was a born caretaker, who – for some reason – chose to live without love. He couldn’t forget the way she was looking at him the night he gave her the pendant. Like deer in headlights. She begged to be seen, yet she was trying to make herself invisible. He became convinced that he had to fix it. 

Again. He hadn’t learned a single thing…

He lay there for a while with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of warm sun rays on his skin, but the relief he had sought was short-lived and he started to feel on edge once again. Groaning in annoyance as his release on his stomach started to get crusty, he finally scrambled out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom.

The quick shower he took to clean himself did not make him feel more relaxed, on the contrary. It once again reminded him of last night. He lathered up a drop of the coconut shower gel between his hands to wash his torso with it and the smell only made him dizzy. He needed her. 

He wandered naked around the chalet, searching through empty drawers for a compatible charger, knowing too well it was futile. He made himself a coffee and then just let it get cold on the table. He opened a bottle of beer, took two sips and then just held the cold bottle on his forehead while he sat sprawled on the couch. He started gnawing on his lower lip out of impatience when he finally heard a key in the lock and his eyes snapped open. 

She was beautiful, with her long dark locks just hanging down this time. She was wearing a white madeira sundress and flip flops. He had never seen her like this. 

“I’m SO sorry, it took a little longer than I expected, I hope you didn’t…oh!”

At first she thought he was angry, the way he leaped from the couch and darted towards her, with that look on his face. She instinctively backed away, but he just took the bags she was holding, put them on the table and literally pounced on her, grabbing her sides and making her stumble backwards and collide with the wooden door. 

“Joshua! Wait a second,” she bursted out, grabbing his shoulders in an attempt to regain her balance. He disregarded her feeble resistance, grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the door at both sides of her head.

“For what exactly? I’ve waited for hours. Now I don’t need to anymore. I think I”m going to take what I want after all,” he grunted against the soft skin right below her earlobe and pushed his leg between her things. “And don’t tell me you dressed like this to make me wanna hold your hand again, so don’t play coy,” he added, while licking a long stripe from her collarbone back up to her earlobe, earning a high pitched moan when he bit it. Her heart started beating wildly, sending tingling waves of arousal throughout her whole body. He was already rock hard, rutting against her pelvic bone. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” she whimpered, nodding towards the table. She was referring to the food she brought, but they both knew she was teasing him with double meaning. She arched a little, pressing her still clothed pussy down on him a bit more. It was exhilarating to feel his hands tightening around her forearms, digging his fingernails in her flesh. He looked at her, nostrils flaring, and she reciprocated with intense glare. 

“I’m starving. Feed me.” He let go of her arms, grabbed her jaw instead to force her mouth open and licked into it, claiming it. Her own hands immediately travelled up his back, kneading his tight flesh in a sudden frenzy, pulling him even closer to her chest.   

Still locked in a searing kiss, he turned her around and they slowly made their way towards the couch. When her calves collided with it, he just pushed her down and kneeled in front of her, pushing the hem of her dress up to her waist with one swift motion. She had no panties on, which made grin like a madman, shaking his head with a mischievous “tsk”. 

With just his fingertips, he pushed her thighs further apart and licked his lips absentmindedly, seeing her in all her glory for the very first time. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, while the same fingertips travelled further up her inner thighs until his thumb brushed gently against her clit, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. 

She moaned melodically and he hummed in unison with her. “You said you liked my singing?” 

The question brought her back to earth and she looked down at him in confusion. “You want to sing to me now?” 

He locked his eyes with her and they gleamed with mischief as he brushed his cheek against her inner thigh and planted a soft kiss on her labia. “Uh huh.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Just this…” he whispered, pressed the tip of his tongue on her exposed bud and really, really started singing…

He had to push her abdomen down with his hand to keep her steady as her whole body twitched in shock, her hands frantically grabbing at the pillows around her. He had her moaning loudly in no time. She had never held any man’s head between her legs, but she entangled her fingers in his curls almost involuntarily, in fear that he would stop. He hummed in approval and quickened the vibrations of his tongue even more and she cried out, eyes open wide. He slowed down a bit when her legs started shaking, enveloped her clit with his lips and started sucking on it gently. That was a terrible mistake, because instead of prolonging the experience, it pushed her over the edge immediately. 

She watched him in a haze as he emerged from between her legs and hovered above her, his facial hair completely wet. She immediately reached out to wipe it off with her palm, but he grabbed her wrist and smiled devilishly. “Leave it!” It sent her mind reeling. 

“What is it, baby? You look completely ruined,” he crooned maliciously. 

“Oh god, Joshua, just shut up and fuck me!” she exclaimed impatiently, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer. 

“Oooh, I will!” he bit his lip and shook his head maliciously. Before she could react, he buried his dick in her to the hilt. They both groaned loudly, exchanging a quick look. He swallowed audibly and rested his forehead between her breasts. “Your body’s made of silk, baby,” he murmured against her skin. “It’s driving me nuts.”

She clenched around him deliberately, making him groan again. “Don’t get too sentimental now. I’m not ruined enough yet!” 

“Dear lady, you’re a beast,” he whimpered through his teeth and straightened up. “As you wish.” He grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her with an unexpected force.  

She watched him, mesmerized. She literally saw him in a completely new light now. His parted lips, his furrowed brow. Just seeing him like that was an intensively sensual experience, and it turned her on even more. She could soon feel another orgasm building deep inside her low abdomen. It was becoming almost overwhelming and she grabbed his upper arms to steady herself, digging her fingernail into his skin. That did it for him and his movements became erratic. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control over his bbody, but she clenched around him again and hissed: “Go on. Fill me up!” 

With a few last spasmic thrusts and a long, high-pitched moan, he did, taking her with him one more time. They collapsed together on the couch, breathing heavily. 

“Joshua?” 

“Yeah?

“I like you too.”

He didn’t say anything, just pulled her even closer to him and kissed her forehead lovingly.

“What do you think is going to happen now?”

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, stroking her hair “but literally anything’s possible. Let’s not worry about it now.”

“I assume you can’t stay longer, can you?”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t. But we still have a week. Let’s make it the time of our lives.”

And they started immediately. The weather was capricious that day. The morning sun soon hid behind the clouds and heavy shower rains kept drumming on the roof. It was a perfect day for ceaseless fucking. It was as if nature played along. Once they got the taste of each other, they just couldn’t stop. 

They fucked three more times that afternoon. At first he bent her over the dining table right after lunch. It was animalistic and quick and she feared she’d leave scratch marks on the wooden table as she cried out with each violent thrust against her cervix. His hands on her hips were gentle though, kneading her flesh like velvet cushions, the pressure of his fingers  on her skin more aggressive only when he came. 

The second time was slow and gentle, as they lay in bed under the roof. Rain kept falling as he showered her with kisses. 

They lay there for another half an hour before they concluded it was finally time to take another shower. That’s where he pressed her against the tiles and filled her with his seed one more time. 

The day wasn’t over yet, but it was time to go back, so they cleaned up the chalet, got dressed, packed their things and soon were on their way back, arriving at Eulalia before supper. 

Maya greeted them at the reception with a smile, but something was off. She was all smiles and giggles when she and Agnueszka talked briefly earlier that day. She looked almost apprehensive now. 

“I need to talk to you,” she hissed at Agnieszka in Polish after Josh excused himself and ran up the stairs to his room. 

“Can it wait?”

“No, I’m afraid it can’t. 

“Well, it will have to. We’re going out soon in half an hour. You promised me. I’ll be back in the kitchen tomorrow morning.”

“Olalla!”

“See you in the moooorning,” Agnieszka trilled over her shoulder, already on her way up. 

Back in her room, she checked her phone briefly, only to notice she had a whatsapp message from Bartek. It was a link to some article one of his buddies allegedly found somewhere. She opened it and gasped in shock. 

Josh knocked on her door ten minutes later. He definitely did not expect her to open it with teary eyes.

“What happened,” he frowned. 

She showed him the screen and he went pale immediately. “OK, let me explain.”

“Yeah, you do that…and while you’re at it, feel free to introduce yourself, because clearly, I don’t know you…”

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🎶I want to saaaayyyy…hello🎶 (How I haven’t used that one yet is incredible).

The day I run out of various hello lyrics and jokes will truly be a sad day in Tumblr history. Anyways, hello! It’s me. 💛. OMG I absolutely loved what you wrote for my last request. Tyler is just something else this tour man. Idk what he is eating, but he is just no filter and I live for it. Honestly, that oneshot might be one of my favorites from you (and that’s saying something because all your works are bangers).

So, you said you were willing to write Spooky Jim so I am going to torture you with my ideas because I feel like Josh’s Blurryface persona isn’t explored enough and I just think he looks good in red eyeshadow 🤷🏼‍♀️. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty oneshot where the reader is exposed briefly to Spooky Jim, but Josh quickly takes back control. However, Josh is horrified by that side of him showing so he sort of shuts the reader out. Eventually, the reader manages to convince him that she isn’t going anywhere.

I’ll be honest, I’m very excited to see how you do Spooky Jim, even if it is only briefly. ☺️

Spooky Jim - Spooky!Josh x Reader

Relationship: Spooky Jim/Josh × Reader

Warnings: Swearing, choking, violence, crying - lots of angst

Word Count: 791 - thought this would be perfect for a short blurb type piece so whipped this up in he back of my class lol

A/N: Hope this is okay! Sorry it took so long!

The banging had been ongoing for hours, each hit and crash seeping through the walls that I thought were thicker than this. My head was throbbing and my brain felt like it was swelling within my skull. Josh and I had moved in together a few months ago and we’d been planning to build a soundproof studio so he could work on his music without it ringing throughout the house. But with tour coming up, he had to practice–there was no changing that. I always tried my hardest to be patient with the drumming and I definitely didn’t mind it behind Tyler’s voice and accompanied by a backing track but by itself it just felt like noise–constant noise that never ever stopped. I wasn’t against his music or him practicing–that wasn’t the case at all–but when it’s 10:30 pm and I’m trying to get a paper done, that’s a different story. I could feel every crash vibrate through the floor and into my body as I tried to focus and finish my research before the deadline. Closing my laptop and climbing out of our bed, I marched down to the basement as each step fell in time with the beats. The closer I got to the banging, the more I realized there was a backing track playing, a weak and gentle hum hidden beneath the drums. I leant against the staircase, waiting for him to finish the track which I’d recognised as ‘Heavydirtysoul.’ Something was off though, each hit of the kit seemed to get louder and harder as the song progressed, causing my ears to hurt. The banging continued, Tyler’s voice just peaking through the drums. Bang! Crash! Bang! Each hit caused a painful pinch in each of my ears until a loud snap rang through the room. Both red painted drumsticks in his hands snapped plainly in half, small splinters of wood flying across the kit. I gently placed my palm on Josh’s back, the gray shirt he was wearing slightly damp with sweat. He flinched violently, turning around and grabbing my wrist tightly. His fingers burned into my skin, the tips likely to cause a line of bruises. 

“What?” he spat, eyes completely bloodshot. 

“I was… uh… drums… headache?” I asked, completely in shock at the pain in my wrist. Josh stared at me blankly as if he was turning over thoughts in his head. 

“You want me to stop?” he smirked, standing up and throwing what was left of his drum sticks to the floor. I nodded slowly, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong. Very slowly he started to walk us up against the wall, my head slamming, causing a sharp wince to escape my mouth. “Do you think I have the time to care about your silly little headache Y/N? Do you think I’m not busy and need to practice Y/N?” he shouted. I could feel my heart thumping desperately in my chest, head rushing through possible ways to get out of his grip. He brought his other hand up to my throat, running his fingers across the rings of my trachea causing my eyes to widen in fear. He’d never tried to hurt me in the past. Josh was one of those people who would never hurt a fly, even when he was stressed out. My breath was shaky as tears poured from my eyes and I tried to pick my next words carefully. 

“Josh?” Almost immediately his expression changed from an intense stare into pure fear. 

“You need to leave,” he said, taking four large steps away from me. Something had changed when he heard his name, something important. 

“What?” I questioned, my voice raw. I could see two things out of the mirror in the back corner of the room. One: My neck had a large red mark in the shape of Josh’s right hand. Two: Josh’s hands were both shaking behind his back. 

“I said get the fuck out Y/N! Leave! Get out!” he screamed. With a heaving breath I ran up the stairs and out the front door, not a single thought in my head. There was nothing to think about, either I stayed down there with him and he could hurt me again or I could leave and be safe–and I wasn’t going to pick the first option. I ran and ran and ran until I found myself on the side of a busy road halfway to Tyler’s house. Car after car passed me as I stumbled in the direction of where I could remember his house being–that was the only place I could go. It was completely dark outside and the only lights were the occasional car and street lamp that I passed. As I reached into my back pocket for my phone I felt nothing–it was empty. Shit. Tyler’s house wasn’t too far from where I was and in a split second decision I decided to sprint there. I wasn’t going to be stuck out on the side of the road alone at 11:00pm. I ran and ran and ran until I found myself on Tyler’s front porch. The lights were on which I’d found odd given Jenna was on a trip with the girls and Tyler usually had the lights off when he was home alone. The night air was crisp, the cold air swallowing me whole as it circulated through my lungs. I stepped up to the door raising my fist to knock before the door opened, Tyler standing on the other side completely dressed and fully in black. 

“Hey,” he smiled, holding the door open for me. He clearly noticed the look of shock on my face as he reached for my hand and helped me inside. Every soft light in the house was turned on, the ambience calming and welcoming. 

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be here. I’ll go.” He tightened his grip on my hand slightly telling me to stay where I was. 

“He said you’d probably end up here,” he sighed, leading us to the upstairs studio with the large windows–I loved that room. 

“Wait, you talked to him?” I paused in the door frame, Tyler walking into the studio and turning on the neon lights. He nodded, sitting down right in front of the wall of windows. 

“Of course I did. He called me the second you left the house,” he explained. I slowly made my way across the room till I was sitting next to him, my knees pressed flat against my chest. 

“So he told you what he did?” I sighed, looking out across the property. 

“He told me what happened, yes. But it wasn’t him, I’m telling you that wasn’t him,” he looked down at me. 

“I’m pretty sure the man with his hand around my throat was Josh, Tyler,” I snapped. In a complete state of shock I surrendered, Tyler pulling me in as I wept messily into his shirt. My chest was heavy as tears fell and I took quick breaths. 

“Y/N… it’s more complicated than that,” he rubbed my back.

“He… he… Josh…I–” I sobbed, each word muffled into his chest.

“You need to rest. We’ll talk about this in the morning,” he declared, moving to get up but I shifted my weight so I stayed on the floor. 

“Tyler, I can’t–we–please,” I sighed and he nodded, sitting back down.

“Do you want me to tell you what really happened or do you want to wait for Josh?” He checked his phone as if anyone would be trying to reach him at this hour. 

“I’m not going near him again so just tell me,” I huffed, wiping the tears from my face. He nodded before starting.

“You know Blurryface and how I have control over him most of the time?” I stared blankly at him trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Josh has a blurryface too except he’s called Spooky Jim. From what it sounds like, you met him tonight.” This couldn’t be true. If this was true then he would’ve told me, we’ve been together for a year, he would’ve told me. 

“No,” I scoffed, “that’s not fair… he–he wouldn’t–no.”

“I told him to tell you sooner but clearly he didn’t,” he sighed. If it was true then I couldn’t blame Josh for any of it. I loved him more than anything and I was going to stay with him–be there for him–because he needed me. 

“You’re sure?” I ran a hand through my hair, my palms sticky with sweat. “Yep,” he nodded. I needed to call him. I needed to see him. Anything to tell him we were okay. Tyler noticed me looking around the room and pulled out his phone. “He’s not gonna want to talk to you for a while Y/N. I’m sure Jenna’s told you about the first time Blurryface came out that I ghosted her for three weeks. He’s going to need time,” he started. 

“At least let me send him a text. My phone is back at the house,” I begged. He nodded, passing me the phone. 

“Keep it short. I can stop by the house tomorrow to pick up anything you need,” he spoke, getting up and leaving the room. I pressed Josh’s contact photo, one that Tyler had taken from their most recent tour. The most recent messages about an upcoming photoshoot. I started to type up my message. 

‘Hey. It’s Y/N’ (deleted)

‘I’m at Tyler’s’ (deleted)

‘I miss you’ (deleted)

‘Josh?’ (deleted)

‘I’m safe. I love you and I’m always here for you. Call me when you’re okay. I love you - Y/N’ (sent)

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Casey Sziska is a struggling musician finally cashing in on what he hopes is his big break by moving to a new city and signing a contract. His struggles come to a head when he meets and falls for the strange friend of his manager, Josh. The further Casey falls the more he uncovers about Josh's life that compels him to have to choose between his life, friends, and career, or saving him.

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Casey was getting ready backstage in a small brick room with old concrete floors; fluorescents beaming overhead and giving him just the slightest of headaches when coupled with the bright bulbs lining his dressing room mirror. An electric buzz of noise sounded just beyond the door that separated him from the rest of the packed club. 

He was tired, wanted to sleep, but the previous night's attempt hadn't done him any favors in that regard either.

Looking over his appearance, turning his face from side to side and examining his shoddy work, he figured what he had going on was good enough.

His hair's thick and messy, sticking out all over like he'd just gotten out of bed (not entirely false, he supposed). He learned early on that keeping it shorter was easiest, though wrestling it into styled submission not so much; so brushing out any tangles and just letting the wild mop of black be what it was suited him just fine.

He peered at his reflection in the mirror, scribbling some last touches of messy eyeliner around his eyes, hand pulling lightly at peach skin to make drawing the lines easier, even if it didn't.

His own green eyes stared back at him, a bright green that contrasts the black that surrounds them. He studied the various silver piercings decorating his face as he penciled heavy black lines around his eyes.

He was fond of piercings; had a labret below his lip, a bridge across his nose, nostril piercings on both sides, and matching brow piercings to boot. His ears held their own matching sets of black piercings.

He gave his reflection a solid glare, then wiggled his eyebrows with a grin before letting his face fall back to neutral.

Eh, good enough.

His eyes flickered to the left, the upper corner of the mirror reflecting Julie's back to him as she put up her pale blonde hair into a low messy bun facing the mirror just opposite his.

Julie's his friend, his best friend even, his sister, and their band's bassist, and the band was the whole reason they were here.

A few years ago Casey started a small band with his childhood friends, Julie and Devin.

He'd known Julie since kindergarten, she was practically family. She was thin and stockily built, long blonde hair always kept tied, and a few piercings of her own. She and Casey had more history than could be covered in such a short time, but Julie always had his back.

Devin was a high school friend. Taller than Julie, though still not quite as tall as Casey. Warm brown skin and styled curled hair. He joined their little group freshman year and settled in seamlessly. He took Casey to his first concert, played his first song, and practically leapt at the chance to be their drummer.

Their band name "Nowhere" didn't really have meaning, it was more of a placeholder than a real name, later on a running joke about how their little band was going "nowhere."

Casey had always been a singer, and had dedicated himself to being a guitarist as well, and once each of their preferred roles were filled, the three have been inseparable ever since.

Starting a band was one of the first things they did as teenagers, even if they didn't do anything, and didn't seriously pursue it until later. They didn't get serious about actually releasing music until their first paid gig, a local rock festival, and the thrill of the whole experience is what made the three of them truly want this.

After a while it just stuck.

A sharp knock on the dressing room door startled Casey out of his thoughts before it opened, not waiting for an answer as an assistant he recognized from their new managers payroll waltzed in, not looking up from their clipboard before saying;

"Hey, Nowhere! It's time to go, you're on."

And walking out of the room.

Casey sighed, placing his head in his hands before running them loosely through his hair, the eyeliner smudging a bit around his eyes. It looked better that way.

"You ready?" She asked, the bags under her eyes noticeable even under her makeup.

A smaller hand patted him on the back, it was Julie.

He shrugged, standing and stretching his arms above his head in a more exaggerated move than needed, towering over the girl as he reached for his guitar, all the signal the other two needed to follow his lead.

They waltzed out the door in no real hurry, Julie chewing lazily on a piece of gum that had long since lost its flavor, scrolling on her phone as she followed behind Casey.

Devin seemed largely uninterested in the whole thing, the same dark circles under his eyes, and curled hair somewhat frazzled as he followed behind Julie, staring blankly at the passing overhead lights lining the cement hallway leading to the stage.

Casey leading the way looked no better.

In truth they'd just moved to the city a little over a month ago, and Casey's apartment deal had immediately fallen through upon their arrival. He'd been crashing on Julie and Devin’s couch for 4 weeks before he found another apartment for rent in his price range.

None of them seemed entirely up for this last minute performance. It, after all, being none of their ideas. No, their new manager Evan had scheduled this show, despite the band's exhausted objections.

For a while he wondered if he were stupid for not electing to join them for a 3 bedroom, and instead his friends settled on a 2 bedroom once Casey had declined them. He really preferred his privacy, and he found he appreciated that comfort even in the tiny studio he hauled his belongings into just 2 weeks ago. But with the leaky pipes and draft and more expenses pilling up, in-between work meetings and recording sessions, he'd found little time for rest.

So here they were, mere feet away from stepping in front of a crowd in some exclusive live music club they'd never get into otherwise, exhausted.

His back ached from moving boxes and sleeping on a couch much smaller than him much longer than he'd wanted. The only thing he's eaten in two days is a couple stale slices of pizza.

But he smiled, stepping hurriedly on stage with a flare and the screech of his guitar while a half attentive crowd turned. He played an improvised solo before Julie was screaming an enthusiastic greeting while their audience cheered.

Casey was nothing if not an excellent performer, he knew how to work a crowd. Charisma and flare were as easy as breathing on stage. He could barely see beyond the lights, blurring his vision of the faces staring at him, and here he could be as free as he wanted.

Yeah, good enough.

He announced a song, strumming a chord as Devin tapped his drumsticks, music starting strong before they were playing with more energy than they actually had to a delighted audience.

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They had a 3 song set, and although their follow-up act seemed to fit the vibe of a nightclub better than they had, the crowd wasn't as invested, which was a definite pickup in his mood.

He doubts any of these people would really remember their little punk band or the drinks in their hands by tomorrow morning.

He didn't mind, even exhausted he had fun playing, at least, and they enjoyed it enough for the whole thing not to go tits up. The sizable paycheck helped when rent was going to be due.

His voice was a bit hoarse and he was tired, but work was done and he was getting paid, so really it was a win.

He didn't have the luck of just leaving however. His manager decided an impromptu meet and greet was in order, and he didn't have the privilege of saying no.

His new manager was a man named Evan Danse, a real clean cut looking guy, kind of looks like he just stepped off a yacht party at any given moment, and his sweater and coiffed hair didn't really give him the "I manage a punk band" vibe you might expect.

Still, he wanted to manage them, and had done more for their actual careers in a short time than they had ever managed to do themselves in several, and they owed him. So, here Casey was, towering over the man as he walked him down a line of people waiting to meet him, all pleasant smiles and dainty handshakes with no real clue or care for who he was, which was fine; they shared the sentiment.

Casey was a big guy, always has been, and measuring at a steady 6’6” gave him a tendency to stand out. His build he'd worked for, he enjoyed the stability a workout gave him, and though he wouldn't describe himself this way, he had on occasion been told his stature and style were a bit intimidating.

He thought of that as Evan introduced him one by one to a variety of coworkers, colleagues, and all sorts of Evan's work related relationships that weren't expecting his latest work project to look quite like Casey.

People dispersed as they went along; introduction, smile, handshake, leave; rinse and repeat. The line tapered off in a mix of confusion and surprise until Evan presented him with the last, different from the others in Evan's presentation; a guy who caught Casey's eye with just how plainly he didn't seem to give a shit at what was happening.

He was shorter than Casey, not uncommon. Still, the guy was a good head shorter than him; skinny looking under too big clothes that only made him look smaller.

Casey's eyes met a head full of unruly hair, sandy blond and messily cropped, almost reaching the guy's shoulders. Hair was brushed to cover his face, like he were using it all like a curtain.

"Casey, I'd like to introduce you to a personal friend of mine." Evan said cheerfully, gesturing to the guy as he went to stand beside him, patting a hand against the guys back playfully. "This is Joshua."

Casey smiled even when Joshua failed to react, instead keeping a pleasant air about him as his sort-of boss introduced him to the weird little dude who wouldn't look at them; holding out his hand for the typical smile, handshake, leave, but Joshua didn't take it. He didn't look at Casey at all actually, his eyes downcast to stare at the phone he held in his hand. The screen illuminated what little of his face wasn't hidden under his hair, the shadows giving his blank stare an eerie sort of vibe.

Something felt off.

Casey was enamored with it all.

Joshua was thin, wearing oversized clothes; a big winter coat, a loose fitting shirt, and dark jeans, the cuffs were rolled up, whether for style or comfort he wasn't really sure, but it was a nice look on him.

He was pale, dark tiredness under his eyes like bruises, pink lips, sharp chin, face expressionless as he typed away furiously on his phone, still keeping his head down as the other two men stared expectantly.

Casey thought he was cute. Fluffy hair, long eyelashes, slender face..

He gave his best smile.

Evan was saying something about Joshua, apologizing for his attitude, but Casey stopped listening.

When it came to focusing his attention between his semi-annoying overly familiar ‘boss’ and the cute if a little standoffish stranger, there was really no competition.

He leaned forward ever so slightly, raising his hand close enough to Joshua for him to notice, but not so close to violate any boundaries, holding his hand at Joshua's rye level, certain it was visible.

Casey casually waved his hand, effectively gaining the smaller guy's attention.

His eyes shot up, seemingly put off by the action and ready to argue, gaze instantly locking with Casey's who kept the smile bright on his face.

His glare faltered a bit at that, cheeks growing slightly pink and looking away with a frown.

"Hey there." Casey said, voice smooth as he once again offered his hand. "I'm Casey."

Joshua nodded his head, carefully reaching out and taking Casey's hand in his.

" 'm Joshua." He muttered in response.

His voice was a little deeper than Casey expected, kind of raw, harsh; he liked it.

Evan watched the exchange with a curious, almost suspicious look, but he didn't speak up as Casey gave the smaller guy's hand a short, firm shake. Joshua's hand was small, bony, and cold.

"Joshua." Casey repeated, testing the sound on his tongue. "Josh?"

Joshua flustered a bit at the suggested nickname, face dusted pink as he shrugged, giving him a vague Okay.

Casey grinned as Josh continued on his phone, if a bit clumsier.

Casey liked being direct, especially when he liked someone, and he liked Josh. He was cute. If they clicked, tonight could end on a really high note.

"So, uh," Evan said suddenly, loudly, an unplaceable emotion behind his voice before clearing his throat purely to gain the two's attention. "Like I was saying Joshua is a friend of mine, it's sort of tradition to bring him along to performances from my artists, especially new ones."

"Yeah?" Casey cut him off almost immediately to turn back to Josh with a smile. "You saw us play?"

It sounded like a fun pastime, honestly. All sorts of music and venues for free? He knew at least he'd be down.

Josh started fidgeting awkwardly at Casey's question, a semi-sour expression on his face as he pulled his phone a little closer to his face, muttering; "Not…exactly, no."

Casey faltered for a fraction of a second, but that's fine. Sure, not the response he was expecting, but he can work with this.

"Hey, that's okay." He grinned. "Means next time I can really put my all in for you."

Josh was actually blushing now, his reactions to Casey's casual flirting was something to behold.

Evan cleared his throat at the two again, Casey suppressing a groan and just wanting him to go away, but the two looked to him regardless as he began boasting Casey's band and accomplishments like he were making some kind of sales pitch. It was directed more at Josh than him, obviously, but hearing someone else talk him up like this was just weird, and brought the building atmosphere to a screeching halt.

The surprise interruption from one of Evan's assistants was a definite blessing in disguise that had Casey sighing in relief, the woman walking up and whispering something in Evan's ear that caused him to give a dramatic roll of his eyes before shooing her away.

"Sorry, technical stuff." He said, turning to Josh. "Why don't you have a seat Joshua? Order some drinks, it's on me."

And with that he walked away, disappearing into the crowd and leaving Casey and Josh alone.

They stood in silence for a moment, music playing loud as bodies were crowded everywhere, some moving and swaying along on the dance floor, others grouped together with drinks and conversation while Casey on the other hand contemplated.

None of this really seemed Josh's speed at all, if the fact that he'd been squirreling away in a corner all night was any indication, and Casey was more than happy to chat it up somewhere the guy was more comfortable, if he wanted to; so he maneuvered to Josh's side, leaning in a little closer to speak low.

"There are some tables over there." He said, pointing a little ways towards the bar. "Wanna sit for a bit?"

Josh was less fidgety, and although the red returned to his face at the suggestion, he gave a casual shrug of confirmation anyway. Casey happily leads him towards the bar and chooses a table that leads into a larger lounge, a small couch on either side of their small table with a few chairs scattered here and there.

They both sat on the far left couch, side by side. Josh relaxed back, stretching his legs slightly with his eyes still fixed on his phone as he kept typing, Casey sitting beside him and stretching his arms a bit before relaxing back into the sofa as well.

They sat in silence for another moment. Josh was quiet, caught up in his phone, and Casey awkwardly rubbed at his neck while he tried to think of something to talk about, regain their previously derailed energy.

He peeked over Josh's shoulder, curious what was keeping him so focused on his phone.

He wasn't typing, he was playing one of those clicker app games. He wondered how something so repetitively boring could keep the guy's attention so thoroughly, then again who was he to judge? He seemed to enjoy it enough.

If Josh noticed him, he didn't seem to care, so he kept watching.

Casey didn't play these things personally, he wasn't into app games and didn't really know a lot about how these ones worked, but if it were possible to be good at it Josh certainly was. It was kind of fun to watch actually, better than zoning out in a loud club.

It was some kind of photography game, taking pictures was the goal, different targets popping up on screen as Josh quickly tapped each for a photo.

He sort of just watched Josh for a bit. Tapping and clicking his phone as pop-ups and scores flashed on screen.

Josh had an odd air about him, Casey couldn't exactly place it.

He's pretty, his features were so striking in Casey's eyes he wondered how the man went completely unnoticed; his fluttering sandy hair with bright strands catching in the light, slender face and soft lips a complimented contrast to his pale skin and dark eyes, heavily lidded with long pretty lashes. Together with the lights glowing off his skin, the tiredness under his eyes and just how still he was other than the movement of his fingers, the near emptiness illuminated in his eyes from the screens harsh glow, the way he could just barely tell he was breathing, it all felt so odd.

So interesting.

"You're pretty good at that." Casey smiled, a hint more of flirtation to his tone than before.

Josh stopped for a moment, eyes glancing at Casey before shifting back to the screen unfazed.

"Thanks." He murmured. “It's just tapping really fast I guess, passes the time though."

Josh prompting the conversation further had Casey delighted.

"You say that like you don't like it that much." He chuckled, Josh did too.

"Eh, it's so-so." He said. "This keeps my hands busy when I'm bored, but it's not exactly thrilling, just something to do."

"Well what do you like to do?"

Josh lowered his phone at the question, looking at him with a raised brow and his full attention.

"Stuff." He answered tentatively, only continuing when Casey's eager grin waited for elaboration. "Uh, games? Books? I like…coding.”

To his surprise Josh started talking about computer programming and code.

Casey sat almost dumbfounded while Josh spoke about programming far more eloquently than he'd believed he would, or could.

He wondered if Josh studied this kind of stuff, where his interest started, what he does for a living…the longer he talked the more Casey was interested in the guy.

"What about you? You're a musician, aren't you? You said you play. What do you play?" Josh asked suddenly.

Then Casey was grinning like an idiot.

"Well," he began. "I play guitar, mainly. Sometimes I play some backing instruments, like keyboard, drums, and I played piano when I was younger, but…"

Josh perked up a bit, looking curious and expectant as Casey eyed him with a smile.

Casey was most comfortable with a guitar, but he had a fondness for the piano. Telling Josh about his first time ever touching an instrument, being encouraged to listen and watch the church pianist play while he mimicked, catching on quickly and playing frequently at school, Josh looked at him in a sort of wonder like it were the most meaningful story he'd ever heard.

Josh was leaning closer to listen while Casey spoke, Casey did too until their shoulders were touching, neither minded much at all.

"Hey, stop me if I'm overstepping okay?” He said. “But as fun as talking with you is, this whole club scene doesn't really feel like your thing."

Josh chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess that's pretty obvious huh?"

Casey smiled, and took the next step.

"Wanna go somewhere?"

Josh looked at him a little confused, Casey kept talking.

"We could get something to eat, late night burger? I don't know the area that well but I'm pretty sure there's an arcade a few blocks away."

Josh's eyes widened a bit with realization, Casey couldn't tell if this was going good or bad, but he'd be damned if he backed out now.

"Or we could go to my place if you're cool with it, I don't have much, but I do have a ps5 and some movies, if you want."

"Sure."

The answer came faster and more steadfast than he thought it might, honestly, but Josh looked almost determined, his face more expressive than it had been before; his heavily lidded eyes and the pink blush of his cheeks gave him the feeling they were on the same wavelength here.

Casey smiled, leaning even closer, heart skipping when Josh leaned a bit as well. "You should shoot Evan a text, so he's not worried."

Josh nodded while they both stood up, he didn't seem to mind Casey keeping a bit closer while they head for the door.

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[phantasmagorianfantasy]

Freak Next Door: Part 2

Read Part 1

Read Part 3

18+ Josh x OFC

Content Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f and m), cheating/infidelity, maybe some light dom/sub elements

Author's Note

This is so self-indulgent. @grippingbeskar this stuff is just writing itself now.

I don't think this is going to be a redemption story. Mostly because I don't think Josh learned anything from what he did in Sharp Stick.

Comments welcome! I am a bit rusty, but damn if this isn't fun to write.

Josh slid down the wood hallways in his socks, head banging as Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer' blasted from the entertainment system in the family room. He moved the Swiffer along the floor, bringing it up like a mic when the singing started.

"Oohh...halfway there..." he banged his head with the music. He loved the freedom of an open house. Kids were at school or daycare, Hannah was working, and he could finally take a load off without her breathing down his neck every second. He paused his one man show for a moment as he considered how this day started.

"You working today?" Hannah had intoned, her stare far away as she finished making Zachery's lunch for school. She snapped the blue Buzz Lightyear lunch box closed, looking at him pointedly. Josh had felt the implied "..and doing something fucking useful for this family" that blared in his mind at the end of her clipped question.

"Today I am going to clean and do some stuff around the house, but I am actually going to the Jennings' to help Henry on Thursday. He is getting up there in years..." Josh had stopped after that, seeing her scowl.

He looked away from her, thoughts cycling through his mind like a broken record, 'This whole situation wasn't his fucking fault, and if he could just...make her understand...'

"Where's his wife?"

He knew she had just been trying to fight; Marcy Jennings was 86, didn't have teeth, and spent most of her time at the golf range with her little Yorkie, Junior.

Josh slid open the glass door to the porch and pulled out the rolled jay that he had tucked into his sweat pants pocket. He sat on one of the benches and lit it before taking a long pull from it and holding it in his lungs. It was about 11am, and the neighborhood was quiet. All he could hear was the soft crackling of the slow burn of his love, mary jane. He looked out beyond his suburban house, his eyes closing as calm took over his mind as the late-June sun beat down on his face.

"Honey, you know I'm not like that anymore..." he had told her, running a hand through his bed tousled brown hair. "It's been years, baby, why would you say something like th.." Josh let out a frustrated sigh, his hand dropping down to his knee, defeated.

He had really tried. The past two years, he had sworn off everything, he'd been the dutiful husband, he did what he needed to do to make sure the kids were taken care of. But the marriage had been over long before all that, but here he was. A one-man concert smoking dope and swiffing floors.

"Um, hey! Josh, isn't it?" A sweet voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Josh froze. His brown eyes snapped open, and he felt a nervous jolt from his chest straight into his hips as a sweet female voice called out to him from next door. He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry, and not from the jay. Her.

"Oh...er...hey," Josh said, trying to hide the joint. He did not want Hannah to hear about this. Josh turned jerkily, his breath immediately catching in his throat.

He groaned inwardly. His eyes traced quickly over her near naked body - the apex of her thighs was covered with a strip of bright teal fabric, but her arms were crossed over her very naked chest. She had a large tan sunhat on, and her blond curls hung loosely around her face, making her look breathless in the sun. Josh felt a twinge as he remembered sweat glistening between her breasts as her head fell back in ecstasy.

"This is really embaressing, but I totally locked myself out here while getting some sun," she gestured towards the door with an elbow, still using her arms to cover herself.

Josh felt his brain short circuiting. He understood the words that she was saying, but none of it was computing. All he could think about was seeing her pink lips parted as she jerked her hips off the bed and into her own hand. How her other hand hand gravitated towards her breast, squeezing it wantonly.

"Um, yeah....give me a ..." Josh looked around, the joint still burning in his left hand. He put it into a potted plant and stood up stiffly. "What can I do to help? Do you need me to call someone?" he asked, turning himself slightly away to avoid staring at the curve of her hip, the way her grip on her arm pushed her breasts together.

"You know, Vince is real busy at work, and I'd rather not bother him with this. The front door should be unlocked, maybe you can..." she gave him a sheepish smile, and motioned towards the door.

Josh wondered for a moment if this was some sort of ploy. Hadn't they locked eyes? She saw him come, gasping at the look on her face as she slid her fingers in and out of herself lazily. She had fucking waved. But here she was, looking absolutely vulnerable and innocent.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I can do that," Josh said finally. He jumped up and wiped his hands on his sweatpants. His palms were sweating.

Act normal. Act like nothing happened. Be cool, be cool. The words became a mantra. Josh felt that if he kept saying them again and again, they would become reality. He made his way back through his house, picking up his cell phone from the kitchen counter when he heard a notification. It was from Hannah. He felt the ebbing of a sense of conflict entering his mind.

Hannah: When are you getting a job? Like a real one?

He fumed for a moment, his feet planted in indecision as he tried to decide how to best deal with this. Should he text Hannah? He read the message again quietly. He flicked the screen off and threw the phone onto the couch before striding out of the house.

In no time, he was face to face with her through a pane of glass, again. That woman still had an embarrassed grin on her face when Josh unlocked the door. She twirled a curl in one of her fingers. As the door swung open, he bowed valiently, a joking performance of saving the day.

"Thanks so much Josh, I really appreciate this. Can you actually -not- tell Vance about this? He would never let me live this down," she laughed, sliding a hand across his chest as she passed him to get inside. Her fingertips left trails of fire, and it singed him almost painfully. She picked up a white coverup from the sofa closest to the door. His eyes were locked on her back as she turned away from him. She released the hold on her chest, threaded her arms through the shirt, and pulled it closed.

"Yeah, it can be our little secret," he laughed, his hand nervously tangling in his hair. He felt a pang at the words - he had made it sound so illicit. He could feel his skin heating up, and felt relieved when he heard her laughing too.

What the actual fuck are you doing right now? Get the hell outta dodge, his thoughts raced.

"Speaking of secrets," her voice tore him from the panic filling his lungs as he held his breath. "I noticed that jay you had out there. Is there any chance you have another that you might consider sharing?"

This was the moment. He needed to turn on his heel, wish her a nice day, and return to his Bon Jovi and...

"Oh yeah, I have another one with me," the words were out of his mouth before he could catch them. The jay was suddenly in his fingers, and she took it with a smile before setting it in between her plump lips. Back on the deck, Josh leaned towards her, lighting the end and watching her eyes roll back as she inhaled the smoke.

"Oh, that is fucking amazing," she groaned before slowly exhaling. Her voice was nothing more than a purr, and after another quick puff, she extended it back out to Josh, who took it gratefully.

Josh busied himself with the joint, holding the carboard filter a little too tightly. His eyes darted up to her as she sat down on her chaise, crossing one leg over the other. Her legs were smooth, and glistened from the sweat or sunscreen, or whatever covered her sun-kissed skin.

He choked on his next inhale, coughing as if it was his first time again. He extended the jay to her, and she took it with a grin.

"So, you spend a lot of time at home?" Josh said, trying to fill the silence with small talk so that his brain would stop giving her an ocular pat down. She exhaled and shook her head.

"Nah, I am usually teaching, but I needed a few days off to just...get my shit together, you know?" She was looking at him thoughtfully before blowing on the end of the joint to ash it.

"Oh wow...where do you teach?" He rubbed his hand on the back of his hot neck.

"Dale Creek. It's not far from here," she said, taking another puff.

"Shut up. Really? That's where Zachary is going once he hits high school. That's the plan, at least," he said quickly, glad to have found a way to remind himself that there were things he should be doing right now. The back of his neck prickled as he felt himself being pulled further and further into a dangerous situation. A situation that could be the final nail in the coffin that was his marriage.

"Tell me Josh," she started, her voice low as she leaned towards him. Her eyes were piercing, and he suddenly felt like he was the one naked and vulnerable in front of her. She was so confident, a smirk just ghosting the surface of her lips. "How did it feel to watch me from that window?"

Josh wanted to just slam his eyes closed to avoid looking like a deer in the headlights. But he had to look at her at some point.

"Wha, um, what do you...?" he couldn't formulate a response, not with her eyes suddenly moving up and down his body like they were. Josh ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair. He felt like he was under the microscope, and he tensed, scooting to add a little room between them.

"Oh, don't get all shy now, Josh dear," she was crawling after him, pulling on his arms and sliding herself onto his lap to face him. Her face was just inches away, and he swallowed as she lifted the jay to her mouth again. He sighed softly as she inhaled, looked straight into his eyes and moved her lips towards his.

Oh no. Oh fuck oh fuck. He couldn't, he shouldn't...

His lips parted as she ghosted hers just millimeters from his. He felt her exhale the smoke, and his breath quickened as he breathed her in. He was completely shocked, his eyes locked on her as she dragged her lips against his cheek and to his ear.

"I knew you had been watching. Such a filthy man watching a girl while she is most vulnerable. What would Zachary think? What would Hannah think," her voice was soft, but electric as her tounge dipped out from her lips and massaged the very tip of his ear. Josh clentched his hands at his sides, tightening and releasing in a desperate hope to calm the growing ache in his abdomen.

"Listen, I...think this is all a misunderstanding. My wife..." he whispered desperately, leaning back from her and bringing a hand up to push her away. But the look in her eyes stopped him. The hungry look in her eye wrapped a hand around his neck and just squeezed.

"Admit it, Josh. You fucking loved seeing me fuck myself. I could see you, pumping that beautiful cock for me. Did you cum a lot, thinking of how much you wanted me riding you?" Her lips were back on his ear as she pressed herself against him. He raised his hips slightly when she ground herself into him.

"I can't, my wife..." Josh whined as she shifted on his lap and stood up, releasing him from his caged position. She stood before him, arms on his shoulders.

"Yeah, baby? Your wife gonna take care of you when she gets home?" Her voice had a sing-song mockery about it as she traced the outline of his growing erection through his sweatpants.

"Oh...fuck...listen. I think you are fucking gorgeous, baby. But I really...I am trying..." he worried his lip with his teeth. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. She nudged his legs apart so she could stand in between them, looking down at him with a self-satisfied smile.

"You are trying to make up for the babysitter still, huh?" She grinned and played with a lock of his hair inbetween her fingers. "How's that going for you?"

He was enflamed by her comments, confused about how she knew anything about his life, and he felt his chest twitch as tears threatened in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't respond - things weren't getting better at home. Despite how he tried to make things right. The guilt was choking him out, but it was less immediate than the blood pooling in his groin until it was painful.

"Listen very carefully, Josh," she breathed in his ear, leaning into him and pressing herself against his hips. "I am going to walk inside and go to your favorite room. I am going to lay down on my satin sheets, and I am going to fuck myself until I come. It's up to you where you want to be when that happens."

And suddenly, she was gone, trailing into the house and leaving articles of clothing into the living room and up the stairs.

Josh wiped a hand across his mouth and adjusted his position. An image flashed through his mind of her fingers slipping in her mouth, of her legs tangled in sheets as she ground her hips.

He stood, charging into the house with the full intention of leaving right then and there. But he stopped at the stairs, his hand on the knob of the front door. And he heard it. A soft moan from upstairs. His hand dropped from the handle, moving to adjust the painful erection poking from his hips.

Josh knew what he should do. What a good man would do. But he also knew that if he did go home, he would be going straight back to the guest room to watch her cum all over her own fingers, unable to hear the breathy moans he currently heard. But his meager resistance was crumbling quickly, and his head felt thick with desire. His fingers twitched and then dropped from the door knob.

When he finally entered her room, he could smell her desire. It was a musk in the air that pulled him closer and closer. As promised, she was tangled in the sheets, her legs apart. Her eyes bored into him as he came in nervously. He was unable to look her in the eyes. His shy blush and downturned eyes made him look younger than he was.

"I want you to stand at the end of the bed Josh. Take off your sweatshirt." Her voice was breathy, but sharp, and Josh could only obey, his eyes fixed on her sex, open and inviting to him as she pulled the lips apart with one of her hands. There was a small cluster of hair at the apex of her thighs, and his mouth watered, thinking of how that scent would be with his face pressed into her curls, his nose bumping against her clit.

She hummed, satisfied by his obedience. She smiled at him sweetly, pressing a finger into herself. Josh could hear how wet she was already, and he felt his cock jolt painfully.

"Take it all off, Josh," she said breathlessly, adding a second finger. She curled her fingers, moaning as Josh slid the sweat pants down and stepped out of them.

She smirked at his nervousness, at the way his brows pushed together. Poor puppy, she thought. Josh didn't know what to do with his hands, so he let them fall to his erection, gripping his thickness with a hiss.

Her blue eyes were intense, smoldering. Josh felt like he was being burned alive under that gaze, but he also felt more wound up than he had been in a long time. He took a step forward, fully intending to close the gap between them. As his knees hit the bed, that damnable woman placed a foot on his chest, stopping him with a soft "Tsk, tsk."

"Baby, can I kiss you here?" He whispered, his fingers tracing down her leg, but not quite reaching where he needed.

"I don't think you have earned that," her lips curled into a dangerous smile. "No touching," she grinned as Josh dropped his hand to his side, confused. She pushed herself toward him, looking up at him with her doey eyes as she brushed her fingers against his hips. He could finally get a good look at her now. Her pink lips were parted, and her tongue flicked out from between them. There was a hunger in that innocent front she was putting up, and the effect on his cock was excrusiciating.

When he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock, he groaned loudly and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. Her tongue was soft and teasing small circles. He gasped at the way it made his toes curl. The suction of her mouth increased as she lowered halfway down his shaft, the fingers of her right hand replacing the grip he had on the base of his manhood.

"Oh fuck...that's..." it was immaculate. It was engulfing. It was insanity. Her mouth was wet, and she was spreading spit all over his length as he gasped in her hands. His hips jerked forward, out of his control momentarily as a moan from her lips sent reverberations along his length. She pulled him from her mouth for a moment in order to lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, flipping the tongue around the head again to elicit another pleading groan from his parted lips.

"Oh fuck...please, don't....don't stop," he pleaded, his whine earning what felt like a chuckle from the lips below. Her head dipped forward again slowly, inch by inch, until he was nestled fully into her mouth. He could feel the resistance in the back of her throat before it felt as if something was unstuck, and his cock slipped into her throat. He moaned again, his hips jutting forward. He felt her nose pressed up against him as he bottomed out, looking down at the baby blues looking back up at him with a playful gleam.

"Please, you're gonna make me..." The orgasm was building too quickly. It had been too long since he had felt anyone else touching him, and he couldn't stand it. He pulled himself from her lips and she released him with a small 'pop.'

"Mmm, you taste so good, Josh. How long has it been, huh? How long has it been since someone sucked you off?" He was gasping at her words, unable to formulate words as she wrapped her fingers around him. She used the spit glistening on his length to lubricate her hand as she moved it up and down his length. "It has to have been a while, with how worked up you are. Such a little slut, Josh," she said, punctating her words with thrusts of her hands and soft kisses.

"Please...I can't....I can't..." his knees were shaking as he thrust into her hand. He anchored a hand on her shoulder and felt like that was the only thing keeping him standing.

"You can't what? Use your words, slut," she grinned up at him and Josh was floored by the sharpness of her words. He was a fucking slut. His muscles were taut, and he placed his other hand on his lower stomach as it tightened. Her speed increased incrementally, and his knees buckled, forcing him to press them into the side of the bed as his hips bucked once, twice.

"You're going to make me cum," he moaned, pressing his nose into her golden curls as his hips moved erratically. And suddenly, all of her touch was gone. His eyes snapped open as he watched her mouth turn cruelly. She slowly leaned back, her knees pointed up as she spread herself before him. He looked down at his cock which bobbed slightly. Josh's entire body was screaming for her to finish what she started.

"What are you...please...don't..." his voice broke as he pleaded with her.

She laughed. She fucking laughed. He felt it jab his ego to be laughed at in this position. He gripped his own length, about to finish the job, but he was distracted by one of her hands reaching out to him.

"What about me? You gonna make me gasp and moan like that? Don't you want a taste?" Her murmurs soothed his prickled pride, and he looked down at her hungrily. He inhaled sharply, letting his fingers reach out and tease her opening. He could play this game.

Josh sank to his knees and grabbed her hips, sliding her towards him until her ass hung slightly off the bed. His lips danced just above her mound as he pressed soft kisses in the hair. She was looking down at him with wide eyes, and he felt a flutter in his stomach as his tongue snuck out for a delicate and probing lick on the bud of nerves begging for attention. Slowly, patiently, his lips closed around her clit and his eyes focused on her face as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing him down slightly into her sex.

She gasped as he worried her clit with his lips and tongue, unrelenting as he pulled out every trick in the book he had ever heard of. His tongue was sweeping figure-eights before taking the flatness of his tounge and licking a large strip from her center up to her clit. Her mouth shaped a small "o" as he sank his index finger into her. His tongue continued its assault, and he watched her face carefully as his tongue was joined by his middle finger, which lazily flicked her clit before sinking into her again. Josh gripped his cock with his other hand, feeling his vision absolutely blur as her lips parted. Small breathy moans escaped her lips. He bucked his hips into his hand, practically grinding himself against the side of the bed, as he prayed for some sort of release. She tasted so sweet on his tongue, and Josh could feel the inside of her fluttering as he continued massaging her.

The moment felt locked in time. His eyes were swimming, his thoughts jumbled and garbled in the presence of this golden woman who blushed softly as she ground into his mouth. His tongue lapped against her fervently as his jerks around his cock became more and more erratic. His hand squeezed the base of his cock, trying to hold off his orgasm a little longer, but his senses were turned up to 11, and every brush of her skin made him want to spiral out of control and fuck wildly.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." he gasped, feeling the familiar tightening. He flinched when he felt her hand slap against his collarbone and a set of nails bite into his skin roughly. His eyes snapped open, and she was staring back at him angrily.

"Not yet, you cock-sucker. You make me cum, you piece of shit," her hand dove into his hair and slammed his lips against her again. His nose was pressed into her harshly, and he could barely catch his breath as her cries became more insistant.

"Don't fucking stop..." she groaned, her hips shaking as he suctioned her clit and pulled on it hard with his lips. Her breathy moan turned into a scream as both of her hands curled into his hair. His fingers pressed inside her, pumping with a greater speed as he felt her insides flutter, and then tighten. Josh watched the orgasm take hold, she shook all over, and he kept his eyes fixed on her as she came apart. Her hips lifted themselves from the matress as she bucked, eyes clamped shut as she ground violently into his mouth. His hips mirrored hers, bucking forward against the satin sheets as he felt the tightening in himself as he reached the precipice. But damn, she looked gorgeous as she let waves of pleasure shake her again and again.

The achingly hot wettness against his mouth, her breathy moans, and the look of absolute release was what finally brought him over the edge. He grunted as he slammed his hips into the grip of his fingers. When he came, small electric lights danced behind his eyes, dazing him as he felt the orgasm shake his body. His hips pistoned erratically again and again and he moaned loudly as he felt his cum erupt from his cock. When his hips finally stilled, he chanced a look below, groaning as he saw his cum all over the sheets that hung over the side. His eyes flicked up to her and she smiled, flashing her teeth at him mischievously.

"Mmm, you do look good with me all over your face like that," she moaned, sticking her fingers into his mouth and then tasting them carefully.

He couldn't help the clenching of his chest as he realized what had just happened.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

He tried to steady himself on his knees for a moment as he tried to get his bearings.

"I gotta...um...that was...god that was incredible," he said breathlessly, placing one last kiss on her center before standing up. He grasped his arm shyly, suddenly feeling very small in the middle of the master bedroom.

Guilt was thrumming through him, but the excitment and adrenaline was overpowering. Her tight body made him feel like steel, and he groaned inwardly as reality began to set in.

When Hannah came home, Josh stood from the couch and made his way to her, grabbing her bag and placing a kiss on her cheek. It felt fake to Josh, but she hummed without complaint and made her way inside. She was walking around, checking the rooms.

"It looks pretty good. Did you get around to changing the lightbulb in the shower?" Her voice still had a clip in it, but it wasn't as sharp as usual.

"Yeah baby, I got it all done. You can just relax, and take a load off. It's so good to have you home, baby," he murmured, coming up behind her and pressing a breathy kiss against her neck. She looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, unfamiliar with this man in front of her.

She looked intrigued, and Josh couldn't help his hips from pressing against her backside. But as his hands gripped her, his eyes fluttered closed and he saw a halo of golden curls framing the face of his neighbor. His hips were responding more to his thoughts than anything else, and he remembered that woman's parting words as she pressed a wet kiss to his neck and dragged her teeth across his chin.

"You'd better behave yourself. I'll see you real soon, Josh." She had paused before running her hand up his chest and grabbing his chin to bring them nose to nose. "Next time, I'm gonna make you beg for it."

[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries (part 9)

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pairings: josh x reader

tags/warnings: fingering, sex toys, unprotected sex. oral (f), u know just the usual

word count: 2.5k

notes: posting at 3am bc i want to😀 it’s been way too long, i assure you the next chapter will not take this long. also no plot here at all lmfao

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Pop

The lollipop Josh had been enjoying for the last ten minutes made a soft sound as he pulled it from his lips.

“How come I’ve never seen you use that?” he asked, pointing with his lollipop to the nightstand you were sorting through. You had the perfect necklace to layer with the one he got you for Christmas, and you knew it was somewhere in the overfilled drawer.

“What?” you asked, trying to understand what he was pointing to.

“That,” he pointed closer to the toy you’d set on your bed along with ten other things as you were trying to make room to look for the necklace, “The rose thing.”

“What about it?” you asked softly, a little flustered. You hadn’t thought anything about getting it out in front of him, but of course he had noticed it.

“How come I’ve never seen it before?” he sucked on the lollipop again.

“Um,” you laughed, a bit nervous, as you sorted through more items, “I dunno. I don’t really need it recently since you wanna fuck me every time I breathe,” you laughed again, more genuinely.

“Well,” he popped the candy from his mouth and giggled, “You’re not wrong.”

It was quiet for another moment as you rustled through the drawer, before he interrupted the silence:

“Doesn’t mean we couldn’t use it.”

You took in a sharp breath.

“We?”

“Yeah,” he grinned and stretched way across the bed to paw at the back of your thigh playfully.

“Bet you’d like my fingers in you while you use that, hm?”

The heavy, sudden exhale that shuddered from you was undisguisable.

“Ooh,” you could hear the grin in his voice, “She likes that idea.”

“Josh..” you murmured, tucking it into your nightstand, a little embarrassed.

“Can I see it?” he asked, “Never seen one before.”

You rolled your eyes and passed it to him quickly, going back to organizing stuff in the drawer.

He clicked it to life and placed the tip of his pointer finger against it. The sound of it stirred something in you, and your thighs pushed together a bit.

“You like this thing?” he asked, his voice a bit lower.

You just nodded and offered a soft, “Mhm.”

“it’s like…sucking on my finger,” he grinned.

“Kinda the point, babe,” you giggled. He was so sweet sometimes, so lighthearted and curious.

“Can I see it in action?” he asked. His tone wasn’t playful anymore, but rather soft and sincere. You looked over to him, cheeks warm. You swallowed.

“Sometime, yeah. Sure,” you nodded, finally wrapping your fingers around the gold tinted necklace you were searching for.

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean now.”

“Josh,” you breathed, head snapping up to look at him. He looked candy sweet—precious and hopeful.

“Mm? Just show me?” he reached out to touch your thigh again softly. He took the finished lollipop stick from his mouth and set it in a cup on your nightstand.

You swallowed, throat dry. You couldn’t really think of a reason not to, and you weren’t really sure why the thought made you so nervous. The sound of the toy alone had piqued your interest, but the thought was vulnerable.

“I don’t know…”

“Please, sweetheart?” He looked up at you with soft eyes, his thumb rubbing at your thigh, “I’d like to see.”

He had a way of melting you that you could not resist.

“Um,” you nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

He nodded back and offered a gentle smile.

“You nervous, sweet girl? No reason to be nervous,” he smiled wider, “My tongue has been inside you, ya know.”

“Not helping,” you grinned, stripping your underwear off and laying down in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled softly, “Really though. You know you’re safe with me, right?”

You nodded, feeling the genuine care in his voice. He leaned forward and kissed you softly as you settled before him, legs on either side of him.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said against your lips before he lowered himself down into his stomach.

Your cotton t-shirt laid over the tops of your thighs, hitched just high enough for him to see you. The soft fabric tickled your skin.

“Can I touch you first?” he said, sounding breathless, skirting his fingers over your bare hips.

You’d never turn that down, and so you offered him a small nod as you got comfortable against the down pillows.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over your clit and then slid it down to coat it in the slick there, before moving it back up.

“There’s no way you’re this wet already,” he grinned, “You like this idea a bit more than you’re letting on, maybe?”

“I dunno,” you giggled and bit your bottom lip, “maybe.”

“Mm,” he hummed and leaned in to suck softly on your clit, leaving it wet with saliva.

He settled, laying propped on one of his arms, your thigh almost on his shoulder between your legs. Grabbing the toy, he turned it over in his hand to inspect it. A bashful smile made its way across his expression.

“Do you turn it on then hold it to you, or hold it then turn it on?” He asked.

You giggled, “Doesn’t really matter. Turn it on first.”

He nodded and pressed the on button, then with intense focus, watched your face as he nestled it over your clit. You couldn’t help the way your stomach rippled, and the soft noise that escaped you. He held iit soft and steady to you as you adjusted with a deep breath.

It was still vulnerable. You tried to relax into the sensation, and you were mostly successful, save for a tinge of heat in your face.

“Good?” he murmured. You nodded, reaching down and placing your hand over his to help him position it just so. He let you move his hand, and finally with a quiet groan, you let go, letting him hold it as you tangled a first into his hair. You watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, watching you with hooded eyes.

“Do you like this first setting?” he asked softly.

You nodded, “One of the other ones is good too, but,” you sighed, “First one’s nice.”

He nodded and bit his lip, but then after a soft moment of him skirting his free hand up and down your inner thigh, he spoke.

“Let’s try the other ones,” he said with a grin.

He clicked to the next setting, and your legs trembled at the more intense sensation. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as it pulsed through you.

“Don’t be quiet,” he smiled up at you, “C’mon now.”

He waited a moment before clicking it to the next one. The sensation barreled into you, and goosebumps blanketed your body.

“That one?” he asked, eyes looking up caringly. You just nodded, overwhelmed.

His hand tracing over your thigh slipped down, until his fingers nudged at your entrance. Pathetically, you whined and nodded, wordlessly begging for it.

You groaned unexpectedly loud as he sank the two fingers into you, and his head shot up at the noise. His plush lips spread into a smile as he watched your eyes flutter shut. Your abdomen was alight with a warm glow.

“You like that?”he coaxed.

You answered with a moan of his name and a frantic nod.

“You do like that…” he curled his fingers and his mouth parted open, mimicking yours, “Mm. You’re trembling.”

Unable to do much else with the way the pleasure was gripping your body, you nodded and let your lead fall back against the headboard. You watched as he nuzzled his cheek into your inner thigh, impressively working his fingers while holding the toy to you.

“So fuckin’ hot…” he breathed. He pressed a soft kiss to your leg before moving the toy briefly. Before you could pout, he leaned in and licked gently at your clit.

“I know,” he soothed, sensing your sadness over the loss of the toy, “I’ll put it back in a second, sweetheart. I got jealous of this little thing.”

Your heart ached for him, and his care coupled with the need he was summoning in you was a perfectly dizzying sensation.

He sucked softly on your clit, letting the sweet brush of his lips drive you wild, “You’re so swollen,” he murmured, “Ths feel nice?”

Really, you could focus on little else other than chasing an orgasm. The temptation was too near, too close within grasp to care about anything else, or to answer his question.

“Please…” you offered softly, swiping a thumb over his cheekbone endearingly.

He nodded gently and brought the toy back to you, coupling the introduction of it with a curl of his fingers. Your chest punched out another shocked groan, and he smiled wickedly at it. Your stomach tensed in waves, making your body nearly convulse.

“You gonna cum for me?” he sighed, nearly breathless, “I want it bad. I could prolly cum just thinking about it.”

His eyes peered up at you and confirmed his words: desperation danced in the brown of his irises. Even if you didn’t want to fulfill his request–which you very much did–you had no choice. With a strong curl of his fingers and a feather-light kiss to your thigh, you were catapulted to your end.

Violently, the orgasm took hold of you, wracking your body with bliss. The burst of wetness that came from you was involuntary, and you could do nothing but let it take its course as you rode the wave.

“Berry,” he groaned, “Holy fuck.”

You took a heaving breath and centered yourself, looking down at his awestruck face as he withdrew his soaked fingers. Graciously, he pulled the toy off your oversensitive self and clicked it off before tossing it aside.

“Baby, you’ve been holding out on me.” he smiled, “Does this thing always make you do that?”

“Hmm?” You asked, dazed. He held up his glistening hand and wiggled his fingers.

“Sometimes,” you admitted in a sleepy sigh.

“Jesus Christ…” his eyes rolled back before he shook his head, moving to kneel on the bed. As he did, you could see hardly anything besides the hard length of him strained against his sweatpants. In the haze of your orgasm, you wanted nothing more.

“Fuck me,” you sighed, waiting for his eye contact. His head tipped up to do just that, and his eyes locked on yours.

Looking stunned, he breathed out a short, “Yeah?”

You nodded and reached for him, trying to drag him up to you by his shirt.

“Shit,” he sighed, fumbling to shove his pants off and climb over you. He did so successfully, and he met you in a firm kiss. He groaned against your mouth, letting you hear how bad he wanted it. His hips ground against you, rubbing the weight of him against your warmth.

“Oh…” his groan was low and shaky against the shell of your ear.

“Josh, c’mon,” you found yourself impatient, pushing your hips up into him and gripping at his sides, willing him in.

He lined himself up and sank into you in a steady motion. Your thighs clamped around his hips, trying to get him close as your body relaxed to take him. The feeling drew a whimper from the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he shook his head, then buried it into the crook of your neck, “How’s that, sweetheart? Just what you needed?”

“Fuck, Josh,” the curse escaped you effortlessly. He rolled his hips flush to you, and the feeling sent static sparks through your body.

“Mm, yeah?” He cut himself off with a groan, “How about this?”

You waited, a bit confused, as he leaned up onto his knees, still inside you.

“Josh…” You groaned as he grabbed the toy again, incredibly unprepared for the sensation it would inevitably bring.

“Shh,” he soothed, soft as down feathers, “Just try it for me.”

He rolled his hips again as he turned the toy on the lowest setting and brought it to you. The shock of pleasure made you nearly scream out, and judging by the flush that came to his face, he enjoyed the reaction.

His free hand went to your hip, touching softly, soothing you with a gentle grip. The thrusts in and out of you were incredibly slow, allowing for a pleasant drag. It contrasted wonderfully with the buzz of the toy, which lit your body aflame.

“This okay, Berry?” His voice was so low. He was looking up at your face, checking on you. Although you weren’t so sure—your nerves felt like they were splitting, tiny atom bombs—you nodded for him.

“You just tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart,” he purred, “Doing real good for me.”

His praise shot straight to your brain, and between that and the varying lovely sensations, you couldn’t tell if you were cumming, or if you’d reached the afterlife, or somewhere in between. Your eyes alternated between rolling back in your head, and fixed on the flush of Josh’s cheeks as he watched you unravel.

“God, I love seeing you like this,” his voice trembled as he thrusted slowly, “Your pretty brain doesn’t even know what to do, huh? Feels too good?” His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Josh,” you gripped at the skin of his arm rather than answer him.

“Gonna cum again?” He sighed.

“I think so…” your head thrashed against the pillow as you try to catch your breath, “Just keep...”

“I will,” he fucked into you slowly and released a drawn out, shaky breath, “But i’m gonna cum too.”

You nod, giving him permission to lose it right then. You were already at your limit, and your body couldn’t take much more anyways.

“Fuck, Berry–” he gasped, stuttering his hips and slamming them against you as he let go. You nearly convulsed around him, face scrunched up in an overwhelmed state of bliss as it hit you.

“Fuck,” it was a whimper from you as you came down. You shoved your hands between your legs and pushed the toy away as your stomach twitched from the comedown.

“Oh…” he groaned one last time, pushing against you once more before pulling out, leaving you to drip on the bedding.

“Babe, the sheets,” you lamented, head falling back.

“You already ruined them, baby,” he giggled as he leaned over you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly, “We’ll clean ‘em. S’okay.”

You reached up to grab his cheeks and lead him into a warm kiss. He hummed against your mouth.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he spoke in his husky voice and grinned against the kiss.

“Mmhm,” you giggled, “Thank you for the idea.”

"You liked it, hm?” he nuzzled against your cheek, his voice cocky, “I could probably list off a few more if you give me a minute.”

“Let’s hear ‘em.’

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[allamericanfinalgirl]

𝓛𝓞𝓥3 𝓛3𝓣𝓣3𝓡𝓢 💌

Dev Patel as Joshua (Modern Love) x Saleka Shyamalan as Juno J. (OC) - a fic inspired by emails i can’t send and short n’ sweet by Sabrina Carpenter

Word Count-(1K)

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Joshua tossed the ring; it skipped down the street and disappeared down the storm drain as he stomped along the rain-covered sidewalk, entering the first bar he found and shaking his soaked hair out.

“Whiskey. Neat.” Joshua opened a tab, intending to drink away the sting of his first time being cheated on by his long term girlfriend, Emma.

Ironically, it must have been singles night in the bar because it was decked out in cherry red hearts and pink streamers along with cakes piped with sarcastic phrases like ‘CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR BREAKUP.’

A woman in a blue dress swayed back and forth on a bar stool, a melancholy look on her gorgeous features as she stabbed a piece of the ‘Congratulations’ cake with her fork with one hand and nursing a drink with the other.

Feeling eyes on her, Juno J. looked up and locked eyes with a handsome man across the bar: black, rain-soaked curls and a grey t-shirt sticking to his broad chest, warm brown eyes behind thin wire-rimmed glasses balancing precariously on his sharp nose.

‘Hi.’ Juno mouthed, waving her hand at the man before looking bashfully back down at her drink.

After a year in a fake PR relationship with a tennis player who cared more about the game than her, Juno was out of practice and so. fucking. horny.

“I met her parents, y’know?” Josh tossed back another shot with the woman he had met at the bar, Juno. “She’s seen me naked, and I met her parents.” He winced as the liquor burned his throat. “And I got cheated on?”

Juno shook her head when the lemon drop’s sourness puckered her glossed lips. “I got dumped by a number one tennis player.” She sniffled and held her head up high. “I was ‘too much.’ for him, apparently.”

Joshua scoffed drunkenly, swaying on his bar stool. “Too much?” He replied incredulously as Juno stood up, doing a turn in her rhinestone pumps to show off her lacy blue dress. “Do you think I’m too much, J?”

Running a hand through his thick black curls, something like a prince, Juno wondered how Joshua’s ex could cheat on him as he flashed a charming smile and shook his head, ‘No.’ while rubbing the scruff on his jawline with his long fingers.

“I can’t believe I let some white man ruin my self-esteem.” Juno groaned in humiliation and pulled her hair in front of her face like a long black curtain. “This boy didn’t even know the difference between ‘they’re,’ ‘their,’ or ‘they are.’”

Joshua thought of Emma and the ex-boyfriend from high school she had ‘gone back in time with’. “I can drink to that.”

Another shot.

Suddenly, hours passed, and it was one am and the bar was closing.

Juno and Joshua stumbled out onto the sidewalk, too many drinks in and flirting heavily with Juno laughing and grabbing an equally hysterical Joshua’s arms for support.

He wrapped himself around Juno to protect her from the rain that had never stopped.

The street lights and the spins reared an ugly head as Juno pushed off Joshua for the nearest garbage can, pulling her hair back into a ponytail just in time as she retched into it.

“Oh, God!” Lip gloss smeared Juno’s face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I'm so sorry!" She gagged and turned away from him as she spit up the remains of her espresso Martini in the gutter.

“You can leave. I’ll call an Uber.” Juno kicked off her sequined pumps; she couldn’t have been more than five feet tall without them.

Juno sat on the curb, leaning against a lamppost and closing her eyes.

Joshua watched the chrome eyeshadow on Juno’s eyelids change shades of blue under the light as she took deep, shallow breaths.

“Are you sure? I know we’ve only met, but I live about a block from here.” Joshua knew better than to leave a drunk woman slumped over on the sidewalk. “You can sleep it off on my couch.”

Joshua removed his t-shirt and used his jacket as a cover for Juno in the alley they ducked inside of for her privacy. “Here, if you need to change.”

“If you’re offering. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Juno accepted Joshua’s help rolling the blue, martini-soaked lace down her wide hips.

Twisting her shiny black hair back in a bun, Juno asked Joshua to hold her hair while she pulled his t-shirt over her head.

Inhaling the scent of Joshua’s cologne calmed Juno’s senses. “Thank you.” She sniffled, feeling very unpretty with her hair windblown and dried spit on the sides of her mouth, not to mention her ruined dress and bra.

“Do you think you can stand?” Joshua looped an arm around Juno’s waist, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, nodding and allowing Joshua to lift her.

“Hop on my back.” Joshua turned around, and Juno grunted with drunken effort once, twice, before throwing her arms around Joshua’s neck and allowing him to hike her body up and wrap her garter-covered legs around his waist.

“You can clean up and take a shower if you’d like,” Joshua said as he climbed the stairs of his apartment complex with Juno on his back. In her drunkenness, Juno was impressed by how Joshua carried her with ease.

If Juno didn’t know better, Joshua was reassuringly rubbing the inside of her thigh with his thumb. “This is me.” He gently set Juno down against the wall and unlocked his apartment door, walking her to the bathroom and lifting Juno again to sit her on the sink’s marble counter.

There was a brief moment where Joshua was standing between Juno’s thighs, her dress rolled up so high that he could see the blue lace of her underwear.

They both got quiet, chests rising and falling as heat filled the bathroom. “I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He quickly excused himself, and Juno pouted to herself as she watched Joshua leave.

Joshua heard Juno singing in the shower and was impressed. It sounded familiar; Juno must have been covering some pop songs from the radio. He made a mental note to look it up later.

The shower and fan were turned off. Joshua listened to the shower curtain open and the sound of wet bare feet on the linoleum.

The door clicked open, and Juno padded into the living room in one of Joshua’s clean t-shirts, and a pair of sweatpants rolled up to her ankles. “You can throw those away.” Juno frowned at the ruined dress and bra. “Those were expensive.” She pouted, her full bottom lip trembling slightly.

Juno had tried to wipe her face clean; her thick brows were unruly, blue mascara streaked down her shiny face, and her wet hair was already starting to curl.

“It’s alright.” Juno looked exhausted, and Joshua felt bad for the young woman, guiding her to the bed he made her on his couch. handing her a glass of water and an ibuprofen. “Get some sleep; everything will feel better in the morning.”

“This is a strange request, and I know how much you have already done for me tonight,” Juno snuggled underneath the blankets Joshua had laid out, looking up at him with her glassy brown eyes.

“Can you stay out here with me?” Big tears started to roll down her round cheeks, and Joshua didn’t hesitate to slip underneath the covers with Juno and use the sleeves of his sweater to wipe away her tears.

Joshua enveloped Juno in his arms. She put her head on his chest and nuzzled her face into the material of his sweater. “Thank you. You’re a real stand-up guy to let pretty drunk girls sleep on you in your apartment.”

“I don’t like being alone,” Joshua admitted, still feeling drunk as his lids got heavy and his voice slurred. “S’nice to have the company for once.” He let his hand rest on her exposed lower back from where his t-shirt rode up her.

Juno kissed the space above Joshua’s heart as he reached back to flick off the tableside lamp. “Night, Josh.”

“Goodnight, Juno.”

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Miracle Aligner.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: When this picture came out, it actually killed me. This is how I imagined our beloved Danny while writing this story.

The title is taken from the song "Miracle Aligner" by The Last Shadow Puppets. Every time I listen to this song, it makes me think about Daniel.

I really hope you like this.

If you are interested, you can join my taglist here.

Word count: 4K

Pairing: Danny x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, fingering, oral (f!receiving), mirrors.

Summary: As the saying goes, still waters run deep…

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You were standing against the barricade at the center of the stage.

The iron was cold and was digging into your chest uncomfortably.

The sea of people behind you was already pushing relentlessly and worthlessly forward, even though the concert was still a couple of hours away.

The situation worsened when the lights went off and the curtain fell.

The crown erupted when they saw the boys on the stage and went completely wild all around you. But still, you managed to keep your place.

You couldn't believe how close the boys were, you could almost touch them.

During the concert, you couldn't take your eyes off Josh, who was prancing around and jumping in front of you with the most astonishing smile you had ever seen.

You even made eye contact with him a couple of times and he made you blush and giggle like a schoolgirl.

When Josh started handing out the roses, you could only focus on him and his bright eyes.

In a heartbeat, he was in front of you and you panicked a little. He held your gaze and delicately handed you a rose, his warm fingertips grazed your much colder ones and you heard his sweet voice.

"And one for you, beautiful" he said and winked.

You blushed wildly and held the flower to your nose, its delicate smell engulfed you with pure happiness.

You lifted your gaze and you felt a cold chill run down your spine.

For the first part of the show you couldn't shake off the feeling of someone watching you, but you had been so enraptured by Josh and his bright presence that you failed to notice a much darker pair of eyes fixed on you.

They belonged to Daniel.

You noticed them and it was like a punch in the throat.

You felt completely breathless.

Your change of expression must have been so sharp that he chuckled at you behind his kit, not missing a single beat, like the master he was.

For the rest of the show, you couldn't take your eyes off him as he kept looking at you.

It seemed like his main goal was to make you die from embarrassment.

He kept licking his lips and flicking out his tongue while beating on his drums like a monster, maintaining an excruciating eye contact with you and sending your way the dirtiest and smuggest smirks you had ever seen.

By the end of the show, you were a panting mess with a ruined pair of panties clinging onto your skin uncomfortably.

You felt like floating when he came closer to the barricade to throw his sticks. You were holding onto the barricade for dear life and when he came closer you swore you saw him wink at you, showing off his toned naked chest and arms as he threw the sticks high in the air.

Then he disappeared backstage.

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The lights were on now and you were about to reunite with your friends that you had lost at the beginning, when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Before you could turn around, your friends came barrelling towards you, grasping your arm and yanking you towards the exit along with them almost making you fall.

When you actually managed to regain your balance and turn around, nobody was there even though you thought you saw the yellow vest of a security guard walking away in the distance.

You mentally cursed your friends but you went along with them anyway.

Your journey didn't last long, since you were dragged by them, yet again, into a bar just on the other side of the road from the venue.

You felt gross from the concert and you were really tired but you didn't want to be the killjoy of the situation, so you didn't complain and went with them.

After a while, you were taking a sip from a much needed bottle of water and the feeling of being watched returned along with the chill down your spine. You blamed the cold water for a while, but even after some time it didn't go away.

As you turned around, you spotted him.

He was sitting at the bar with an untouched beer by his side. He was alone and he was already staring at you. He looked fresh out of the shower, his curly hair was still slightly wet. His expression was serious, almost too much and you felt another chill run through you.

When his eyes met yours he lifted the bottle towards you and, along with a wink, took a sip.

You turned around and panicked a little. Your friends were lost in the music playing obnoxiously loud from the speakers and didn't see you make your way to the bathroom.

Once you entered there, you placed your water bottle on the sink and washed your hands with cold water to clear a little the fog that was engulfing your mind. The bathroom was very clean, much to your surprise, and many full length mirrors covered the walls.

As you peered at your reflection you noticed that your cheeks were flushed and hot and your breathing was fast. You felt dizzy.

You looked like you had just finished a marathon.

You splashed some water on your face and you felt immediately better. The coolness of it was helping you think straight.

That was until the door opened with a sinister creak. At first you thought it was one of your friends but, after a second, your heart stopped beating.

There he was, in all his glory.

He looked even taller in person and oh, so intimidating.

He was standing still near the door and his stare caused another shiver down your spine.

You watched from the mirror as he approached you slowly until his hands grasped the sink on either side of your hips trapping you there. You could feel his warm breath on your neck and goosebumps raised on your skin.

You were staring at your hands on the sink, the mere idea of looking him in the eyes was too much for you right now.

He chuckled then and grazed your shoulders with his nose. His big hand gently grabbed your chin lifting it so you were forced to meet his eyes.

You tried to avert your eyes but he didn't let you.

His stare was so intense that you were feeling dizzy and faint. When he spoke your eyes almost rolled back.

"You seemed to hold my gaze just fine back in the venue, doll" he said, his voice raspy and low into your ear.

"What's wrong now?" He said and you shivered again.

He smiled devilishly and went on.

"Well, at first you didn't even pay attention to me, you were practically hanging from Josh's lips, weren't you?" You could pinpoint a bit of jealousy in his tone.

Again you tried to lower your eyes but he squeezed your jaw lightly as a warning.

"I was a bit jealous at first, I won't deny it. You were looking at him like he hung the stars" his other hand started grazing your arm gently making your breath catch in your throat.

"-but then, you finally looked at me, and... finally you stopped paying attention to him and you were all for me." He said this right into your ear, making goosebumps raise onto your skin. Your legs clenched together, imperceptibly.

"I loved what I saw in your eyes." He said and his lips brushed over your ear on purpose.

"I saw desire" and his hands grasped your hips tightly making your heartbeat quicken.

"Lust" he whispered and pressed his hips firmly against your ass.

You couldn't escape him, well, not that you wanted to.

The strength with which he was pressing you against the sink stung deliciously on the muscles of your thighs making you exhale a breathy sigh that he immediately noticed. You could see it in his eyes, the little spark that your feeble sound elicited from him.

"And a little bit of fear, too" he said this with a big smug smirk on his face, while one of his hands wrapped loosely around your throat.

"Can you feel what you do to me?" He said and pressed forward with his hips again.

"I saw such a fiery fire into your eyes, that I couldn't help it, I had to find you and make you mine." He whispered.

The hand that was wrapped around your throat squeezed lightly and you couldn't stop the little noise that escaped you.

"You are so silent, love, what's wrong mh?" He nuzzled his nose against your jaw, then went on.

"Cat got your tongue?" He said mischievously into your ear as he slowly licked your earlobe.

You whimpered and breathed out a plea. You didn't know what for.

Suddenly his stare in the mirror was serious, he kissed your shoulder gently and whispered

"Are you ok with this? If I'm overstepping your boundaries just tell me ok? I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to. Just please say something" the last bit came out almost whiny, but you could tell he was being honest.

Finally, you managed to answer him.

"Sorry, I...I am just a bit shocked I guess, I can't believe you are actually real. But yes, I am more than ok with this" You whispered.

A grin spread on his lips and he lowered his mouth on the soft skin of your neck from behind. His lips skimmed on your skin and then he bit down harshly making you gasp. His eyes never left yours in the mirror.

"Did you feel that?" He said, lips touching you on the same spot.

"Yes" you breathed out.

"Then, this answers your question. I am very much real, love." He said, his breath hot onto your skin.

He spun you around and pressed you against the mirrored wall. There, there was a little countertop.

He grabbed your hips and eased you on top as if you weighed nothing.

"What's your name, darling?" He asked as his hands stroked the skin of your back under your shirt making you shiver.

At that moment, you lifted your gaze and you noticed that the opposite wall was basically another mirror and you could see him standing tall between your legs. His broad back stood out thanks to the cut out tee-shirt he was wearing. You grasped his shoulders and you told him your name.

God, he was gorgeous.

"Nice to meet you Y/N, I am Daniel" he said and extended his hand to you. You couldn't help but giggle as you squeezed it, your hand felt so small in his much bigger one.

You wanted his hands everywhere.

His gaze darkened when he noticed your eyes on his hand.

"May I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your neck agonizingly slow.

"Please" you breathed and his lips were on yours, hot and heavy.

You kissed him back instantly, timidly pushing your hands in his still damp curls. You stroked his scalp lightly and he moaned into the kiss. His hand did the same to you while his tongue grazed your bottom lip.

You let him deepen the kiss and you whined when his hand curled around your throat, again.

You were the first one to break the kiss because your lungs were burning. His forehead rested against yours as he spoke.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you during the show, and you got me so hard it was almost painful. It was so difficult to focus on the music, while all I was imagining was you sitting on my lap and taking my cock so pretty right there in front of everyone" he said breathlessly and you moaned at that.

He pressed strongly against you, making his erection grind onto your center.

You couldn't help, but start rambling and confess your very similar thoughts to him.

"The way you were looking at me, I couldn't stop thinking about it, I kept imagining you bending me over your drums and..." You blushed wildly and stopped talking, squeezing your eyes shut.

But he wanted to hear you say it.

He pressed your head against the mirror with a light thud and lifted your gaze to his.

"I want to hear you say it" you shook your head but he didn't relent.

"Say it or I am walking out of here leaving you here hot and bothered and I swear, I am not coming back" he said with such ardor that you knew he was serious.

"I...I couldn't stop thinking about you bending me..." you stopped to exhale a shaking breath and then went on.

"I kept thinking about you bending me over and eating me out from behind right there" you said and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

Embarrassment winning over you.

"I am here to please you, love" he whispered into your ear.

In a second, you found yourself standing and facing the mirror again, as his hips pushed you forward.

"Can you feel what you do to me? Such an innocent face, but what a filthy mind" he said as he grinded right against your center.

You grasped the edge of the countertop to keep you upright, you didn't trust your knees anymore.

"Still OK with this?" He whispered and you nodded frantically, begging him.

Your panties were clinging onto your skin uncomfortably now and you needed him to do something about it.

You felt one of his big hands unbutton your pants and he had to detach from you to peel them down your legs. He grinded again and again against your center.

The rough material of his jeans-clad erection provided you the friction you needed, reducing you to a writhing mess.

He knelt behind you and your breath caught in your throat.

"Oh hell, look at this" he said, sounding very proud of himself.

You had to lean your forehead against the mirror. The coolness of it was helping you ground yourself but, at the same time, the fact that you could see everything in the reflection behind you was shameful.

The sight was filthy.

The fabric of your light blue panties was ruined, a big wet spot adorning them, the result of his action and your thoughts.

He dragged his nose lightly against your clothed slit and your hips jolted forward.

But you couldn't go anywhere. The stone of the countertop was already digging into your skin.

"I need to taste you, may I?" He said and you didn't even think twice

"Please do it" you moaned and his hand sharply connected with your ass cheek.

You couldn't hold back the much louder moan that left you at that.

You were shocked, because you didn't expect that but even more because you didn't know you liked that.

Nobody had ever treated you that way in bed.

Your eyes met his in the mirror, and the smirk adorning his face was almost too much.

You couldn't hold his gaze but he grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you look at him.

"You like that don't you? Don't be embarrassed, if it feels good, I don't know why you shouldn't have it, baby. Just tell me, are you OK with this? Be honest with me"

You moaned a yes as his thumb circled your still clothed clit.

He spanked you again and your eyes rolled back into your skull.

"Let's see if you are as sweet as you look." He said and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties.

He looked at you as if he wanted to ask you if you were ok with that, but you quickly voiced your approval. You needed him too much.

"Yes, you can take them off" you whimpered and he obliged.

The feeling of the fabric unsticking from you made you shiver and bite your bottom lip.

You saw him putting your panties into his back pocket through the mirror and you whimpered.

You felt exposed now.

The mere air hitting your wet center was making you squirm.

And the feeling of his eyes burning on you was making you shake in anticipation.

When you felt the featherlight touch of his knuckles on your slit you jolted forward as much as you could, while being pressed into the countertop.

"So reactive" he chuckled.

Without warning, he spanked you again and you screamed.

You felt the sting fade away slowly as he soothed your skin with soft touches.

The act caused the wetness pooling between your legs to trickle down your thigh and you felt him groan at the sight.

One of his strong hands snaked to your front and wrapped around your throat.

"Now I am going to taste you, doll, and then I am going to make you cum on my fingers, are you ok with this?" He whispered into your ear, keeping eye contact through the mirror.

Your head was resting on his shoulder as you nodded, your eyes already lidded with pleasure.

His fingers squeezed the sides of your neck.

"Give me your words" he drawled into your ear.

"Please" you whined and his grip tightened.

"Please what? Let me hear your pretty voice. Tell me what you need and I am going to give it to you" he growled and your wetness increased.

"Please Danny, make me cum on your fingers" your whisper was almost silent, but he heard you.

You felt the warmth of his hand a fraction of second before it came in contact with you and your eyes rolled back, instantly.

His fingers glided over your slit, spreading your wetness all over you.

You tensed and stifled a loud moan.

His big warm hands spread over your ass cheeks, almost covering them completely and squeezed, making you whimper.

His thumb started stroking your clit with a constant rhythm and you clawed at the countertop.

When he knelt behind you, an undefined sound left your lips.

Thanks to the mirror on the wall opposite to you, you could see his every move without turning around because everything was reflecting on the one in front of you.

When his tongue traced your slit slowly, you leant your head against the cool mirror and let out a relieved breathy whimper.

"So sweet" he whispered, his lips barely leaving your center, and delved in again, this time with strong licks that had your legs shake.

In front of your face, the mirror started to fog from your pants and heavy breathing.

His thumb started stroking your clit again. It felt so good that you raised on your tiptoes and arched your back.

You felt the strong feeling of your orgasm almost shake your whole being when, suddenly, he stopped.

You whined loudly at the loss of contact and he laughed.

"Shh, baby, what's wrong? Did you want to cum?" He smirked, stood and forced you to look him in the eyes through the mirror with a firm grasp on your chin.

You didn't answer him and he spanked you again.

A yelp left your lips and he spoke.

"What did I tell you?" He growled.

"You said you were going to make me cum" you drew a shuddering breath.

"Wrong, baby. I said I would make you cum on my fingers, not my tongue, right?" He whispered, keeping a steady eye contact.

When you nodded, he buried his middle finger into you to the knuckle, without warning.

With a loud curse, our eyes rolled back and your head fell against the mirror with a low thud.

Fuck.

He started moving his long digit agonizingly slowly in and out of you, making you shiver.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you were already panting, fogging the mirror in front of you even more.

Suddenly he curled his finger, catching your g-spot and your legs almost gave out.

You were gripping the counter so hard you were afraid of breaking your nails.

After a while, he added another finger and you moaned his name, breathlessly.

He was standing behind you now, you could see his silhouette reflecting onto the fogged mirror.

You felt his warm breath fanning over the damp skin of your neck and shivered.

His curls were tickling you.

His lips started sucking a mark on your neck and his fingers picked up speed, catching your sweet spot, repeatedly.

You whined loudly and he spanked you again, making your whine turn into a scream.

"Please, Danny" you pleaded with him and he snickered.

His hand grabbed your hair and yanked you towards him, making your back arch even more.

"Please what, love?" He growled.

"Please, make me cum" you whispered, almost completely spent.

He took pity on you and knelt down again.

He bit your ass cheek, making you groan and then his lips encompassed your aching clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his pointed tongue, quickly and purposefully.

You came on his face, violent sobs shaking your whole being as he kept you upright with a strong hand on your hip, while with his other he kept a fast pace deep inside of you.

When you calmed down a bit, he slid his fingers slowly out of you but kept his mouth on your center, sucking and licking expertedly.

You were still shaking from the first orgasm, but you could feel the white hot pleasure of your second one slowly pooling into your depths.

A yelp escaped your lips when his teeth grazed against your overstimulated clit, but it quickly turned into a moan when you focused on the feeling of his nose nudging your clenching entrance repeatedly.

"Danny!" You gasped and bit your bottom lip to stifle another scream.

His tongue quickly dipped inside of you, while, with the bottom row of his teeth, he grazed your clit.

You came again, your head pressed hard against the mirror and you dug your nails into the skin of your hands.

He chuckled as your whole body shook for the umpteenth time.

His mouth stayed on you until the last wave of pleasure hit.

Then, he placed a delicate peck on your clit and stood.

His hands stayed on your hips and he slowly maneuvered your shivering, spent body to face him.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw his face again.

His curls were a bit disheveled.. His nose, mouth and chin glistened with traces of your arousal.

His lips were curled into a proud smirk, and when he noticed you couldn't hold his gaze in embarrassment, he chuckled.

He swiftly kissed you, making you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

Then he broke the kiss and spoke.

"That was exactly what I was thinking about doing to you back in the venue. The thought of tasting you made me so fucking hard it was almost painful to play. You have no idea. Every time I hit the bass drum with my foot, the fabric of my trousers dragged against my cock. I almost made myself cum on stage thinking about tasting your pretty little cunt." He whispered into your ear.

You were still recovering from the wonderful orgasms he had gifted you, but his words almost caused you to moan again.

Instead, you gripped his biceps, your nails scraping his skin gently, but you didn't utter a word, because you still didn't trust your voice.

"You like this, don't you? You like when I whisper dirty little secrets into your ear, right?" He purred into your ear, your skin prickling with goosebumps as his warm breath fanned over your sweaty neck.

You were enraptured by his beauty that was enhanced tenfold by his proximity. If from afar he was mesmerizing, from this close he was almost intimidating.

His deep brown eyes were full of emotion and need as he helped you get dressed again.

Once you were fully dressed minus the panties he kept hidden in his back pocket with a smirk, you mustered up the courage to speak.

You raised on your tiptoes to be able to whisper into his ear.

"What if I got down on my knees for you now, Sir?"

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[ourtearsofrain]

Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 5

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: angst, little fluff? (Sam and Danny have a healthy, communicative conversation yayyyy), hurt/comfort

Word Count:  1.9k

Warnings: Sam is still going through it, they’re drunk

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July 4th, 5:11 PM.

Danny knew he shouldn’t have put off talking to Sam for so long, buying as much time as he could before the twins “gently” reminded him of it. It wasn’t unimportant to him, he hadn’t put the much-needed conversation on the backburner of his brain, it was just that he didn’t even know where to start. With the twins, Karen and Kelly counting on him for this to work, the pressure was immeasurable on Danny in his mind. He had spent his days stuck in his own head, trying to figure out anything, anything at all, that he could say to Sam.

With all the Wagner’s and almost all the Kiszka’s sprawled across the front lawn of the Kiszka house, their eyes to the sky as people began to set off fireworks, it was impossible to ignore Sam’s absence. The fourth of July is Sam’s favorite holiday, he’s loved setting shit on fire for as long as I can remember. He must be pretty fucked up to miss this…

Feeling eyes on him, Danny glances over to the twins a few feet from him, seeing them staring straight at him. Josh not so subtly gestures to the house with his head, trying to signal to Danny that he needed to go talk to Sam, and he needed to talk to him now. Danny lets out a quiet huff, his hopes of Sam magically getting better and removing the stick from his ass to join them leaving as he stands. Jake makes a shooing motion with his hands as if he were telling Danny to hurry up and get it over with.

Danny rolls his eyes before mouthing, “I’m going”, his words only seen by the twins. His heartbeat drums in his head as he reaches the front door, his hands shaking as he grasps the handle. Just go to his room, find him, talk. Talk about what, Danny? He wipes his palms on his shorts, already sweating from his nerves as he takes quiet steps up the stairs. He hesitates with his hand mere centimeters from the doorknob, not knowing if it was appropriate to just walk in anymore. Deciding it wasn’t, he knocks on the door first, listening for the smallest noise on the other side of it.

Nothing. Maybe he’s asleep? He opens the door tentatively, peaking into the room to see Sam curled on his side on his bed, his back to the door.

“I told you to go away, Jake.” Danny says nothing as he enters the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He takes a step into the room, the floorboards creaking under him. “I said go away, get the fuck out!” Sam finally turns around, surprise quickly replacing the anger on his face as he realizes it wasn’t his brother coming to check on him. “What do you want?” His tone is sharp, his words short as if he wanted to get this interaction with Danny over as fast as possible.

Danny stands awkwardly in the middle of his room, not knowing where he should put himself and not wanting to sit down in case he needed to make a quick exit in the event of Sam yelling at him. “To talk.”

“About what?” Sam shifts on the bed, sitting crisscross on top of his comforter facing Danny, his eyes focused on the fabric below him.

“I wanted to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or said those things. I’m sorry, Sam.” His eyes shoot up, wide with surprise at his words, not having expected an apology. “I was angry, but I shouldn’t have taken that out on you. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Thank you.” Sam says nothing more for a few moments, his focus going back down to the comforter as he picks at the material. Finally, he speaks again. “You were right though.”

“What?” Danny takes another step towards him, taking the fact that Sam hadn’t yelled at him yet as a good sign.

“I said you were right, Danny.” When he looks back up, Danny can see the tears trailing down his face, even in the dim lighting of his room. “You’re right. About all of it.” Making his way to the bed cautiously, he sits on the edge of it, still far enough from Sam to give him whatever space he needed. “I was too scared to talk to you, so I ignored you instead. That felt easier, but it’s only hurt so, so fucking much. I know I should have left the state for college when you did, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to be alone, I was scared to be alone. But I’m still fucking alone, and it’s all my fault. I’m stuck where I am and it’s all my fault.”

Danny’s body goes on autopilot as Sam begins to sob, his hand reaching out to rub soothing circles on his back before he can even process his actions. “You’re not alone, Sam. You have your brothers, you- you have me.”

Only focusing on trying to comfort Sam, he doesn’t process that his were the wrong ones until anguish crosses Sam’s face, his tears streaming down his cheeks faster. “No, I don’t. You all have lives, you all grew up, and I hated you for that. So, I pushed you all away. I lost my best friends, and it’s all my fault.”

“Sam please-” Danny starts, hoping he would find his words along the way. “You fucked up, so what? You can fix things. Jake and Josh are your brothers, they’ll forgive you.”

“Will you?”

He pauses before answering, taking in the other man fully as he thinks. Before him sat Sam, his Sam. Not the closed-off, angry man that had been sulking at the corners of his summer, but the boy he had grown up with, the boy he had fallen in love with after so many years of friendship. And it broke Danny’s heart to know why he was hurting. “Yes.”

Sam scoffs, shaking his head as he rolls his eyes. “C’mon, you’re not letting me off that easy. I ignored you for years, and I’ve been nothing but a dick to you ever since you came back. You can’t just forgive me that easily.”

“I can and I do, Sam. And I’m not ‘letting you off the hook’, you have to work to fix all of this.”

“How?”

“Well, for starters, you can come down and join us. I think there’s still some fireworks the twins haven’t lit unless they got their little pyromaniac hands on them between now and when I last saw them.” The comment draws a laugh from Sam as he smiles at Danny, something he hadn’t seen since the days leading up to Danny moving away. He tries to commit as much of his smile to his memory, not knowing when he would see it next. “Then after that, you can apologize to the twins, maybe hang out with us without being all sulky in the corner.”

“Yeah… yeah, alright. Let me change really quick.” Sam stands up as Danny watches him move across the room to his dresser, his eyes catching on every aspect of Sam’s room, comparing it to how it had been all those years ago. If Danny was being honest with himself, his room was depressing. The music posters hung around his room were gone, leaving the walls empty and blank. The pictures that once covered his walls and the top of his dresser were gone too, as if he had tried to erase all memories of his years with Danny and the twins. Sam clears his throat, capturing Danny’s attention once more. “I know Jake and Josh probably put you up to it, but thanks for coming to talk to me. I appreciate it."

“Thanks for talking to me. If it’s alright for me to ask, why didn’t you talk to Jake or Josh? About all this?”

Sam shrugs as he fiddles with the clothes in his hand, tossing them on to the corner of his bed with a sigh. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to explain everything going on, everything you said. I know they already felt guilty about leaving for college, I just didn’t want to make them feel worse.”

“I can understand that. So, are we good now? You promise not to be a dick to us, and I promise not to yell at you for the rest of the summer?”

Sam smiles at him again, almost shy as he rips his eyes from Danny’s. “Yeah, we’re good.” Danny looks around as a beat of silence passes between them, realizing that Sam was waiting for him to leave to change.

He slaps his hands on his thighs before he stands, a habit he only picked up after living with Josh. “So uh, I’ll see you out there then.” He turns to make his way across the room, Sam’s voice stopping him just as he reaches the door.

“Wait- will you wait for me? Before going back out there.”

“Of course.” Danny offers him a smile before opening the door, his movements paused halfway out the door as Sam speaks again.

“And Danny?”

“Hm?”

“I missed you.” Sam’s voice is quiet, but his words ring around Danny’s head louder than his own thoughts.

“I missed you too, Sammy.”

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July 5th, 1:08 AM.

“Shhhh!” Jake raises his pointer finger to his lips with a lopsided grin, leaning heavily against the hallway wall for support.

Josh is less nice than his twin, praying that their parents wouldn’t hear the noise they were making in their drunken stupor. “Shut the fuck up and grab your shoes.”

“Ok, mom.” Sam’s comment sends Jake and Danny into fits of laughter, their hands clamping over their mouths to muffle the sound as Sam tries to pull his shoes on. Losing his balance, he nearly topples head over heels until Danny clumsily grabs him. “Thanks, Danny.”

“Ok, shoes on everyone? Out, get the fuck out.” Josh says hastily, already beginning to shoo their group out the front door and into the night. He takes the lead immediately, splitting off from the main street and straight into the woods.

“It’s probably not a good idea to swim right now, Joshy. We are soooooo drunk.” Just as the words leave his mouth, Jake trips over a root, grabbing his twin for balance.

“We aren’t going to the watering hole.”

Huh, ok, weird. Where else would we be going then? Danny finally finds his words, voicing his question for the rest of the group to hear. “Then where are you taking us, Josh?”

“You’ll see.” He says nothing more as he leads them through the trees, somehow not needing a flashlight despite it being nearly pitch-black out, the only light source coming from the sky as the people of Frankenmuth lit off their last fireworks.

They say nothing more as they walk, blindly following their self-appointed leader for about 10 minutes before Sam speaks up from the back of the group. “Keep walking any further and we’re gonna get lost.”

“Shut up, Sam. I know how to get back.” Josh’s tone is light despite his words, no real hint of frustration or annoyance in his tone as he grins back at the group. “And either way, we’re here.”

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about jon’s character in sharp stick (nsfw)

OKAY!

The more i’ve been thinking about Josh lately the more i’ve realized how much i’d want to fuck him. OKAY WAIT LISTEN!

He is just so pathetic and such a fucking looser i can not stop thinking about how fun it’d be to just dom the living shit out of him. Have him just whine and cry out when he comes too fast but you keep going and going not carrying how overstimulated he gets? Telling him to fucking get it together and stop acting like a teenager because he’s not one anymore he’s a grown fucking adult and he might try acting like one? Edging him over and over and over again to the point where his eyes get a lil teary and he’s begging you to let him come and then doing it all over again when he can’t hold back anymore and comes without your permission? Having him tied to the bed? Pegging him?! i’m sorry but that man would fucking die.

Do i just kinda want to make him suffer?? i guess? maybe? who knows

anyway

that’s all BYEEE