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[harebear]

In collaboration with @obetrolncocktails Masterlist ——— Duck, Duck, Goose! Words - 3474 Warnings - Swearing, Tooth rotting fluff, NSFW 18+ Content, Teasing, Oral (m.recieving), Guided masturbation (if you squint) ———

— Quebec City, Quebec 🔆 August 15th —

You stood at the sound booth with the techies, finishing up with the soundcheck for the night, “It sounded a bit loud on Jake's side, I think you could probably raise Sam up a bit and it would be alright. It’s getting late though, I’m sure we can do a last minute touch up tomorrow and it would be—”

You were interrupted before you could finish, being picked up and pulled away, “What the hell Josh? I was in the middle of a conversation.”

He chuckled, continuing to walk away from the soundbooth, “Not anymore.”

“You know I’m still your tour manager right? I still have a job to do.” You said.

“Well, as your boss I am ordering you to take the rest of the night off so that you can spend time with your boyfriend.” Josh said, placing you on the ground and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“And as my boyfriend?” You asked, smirking as you looked at him.

“I absolutely agree with your boss, you should take the rest of the night off, I want you all to myself.” He said, his free hand resting against your jaw. The two of you stood there for a moment, eyes locked as his thumb gently traced along your bottom lip.

“Alright you two, you can fuck back at the hotel, no one wants to watch you two eye fuck each other.” Jake said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes as he walked past you.

“He’s right,” You mumble, letting out a yawn of your own, “let’s go.”

— August 16th —

There was something about Josh on stage. There was a raw element to him, an intense sexual energy he exuded that had you thinking thoughts that would make the devil blush.

The four of them ran off stage to take a breather and have a drink of water before the encore, and the second Josh made his way over to you, your hand came to his face, pulling him into a heated kiss. He pulled back just enough to take a breath, “Feeling a bit hot and bothered there mama?” Josh asked with a chuckle, locking eyes with you and taking note of your lust blown pupils.

“Encore time loverboy, get your ass on stage!” Sam yelled as he and Danny made their way back to the stage.

Josh placed one last lingering kiss on your lips before stepping away from you and running onstage. The encore felt like it lasted an eternity, stuck sidestage with your legs crossed, and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you watched him.

It was borderline frantic, the way you grabbed him the second he walked through the stage door, pulling him towards the bathroom before he had even realized what was going on. 

You pushed him into the bathroom, closing and locking the door with quick accuracy. “Y/n, Wha–” You cut him off, pushing him up against the nearest wall, crashing into his lips. Your hands groped all over him, searching for the zipper of his skin tight jumpsuit. “Fuck, babe–I’m all sweaty,” he said in a breathy huff. 

“I don’t give a single fuck,” you answered, dismissing him. Finding his zipper, you ripped it down his chest, using your hands to peel the garment down his shoulders. He watched you in a stunned silence, save for the sound of his winded breath. You managed to pull the jumpsuit down his arms, feeling the moisture through the fabric. “Y/n, what are you–” He asked again, shutting up when you got down on your knees in front of him. 

“Josh, are you going to shut the fuck up and let me blow you or are you going to continue to run your mouth?” You asked him with a blank, matter-of-fact expression, your fingers lying idle at his waist.

“I–uh–wow. Okay.” You gave him your best smirk before continuing, tugging the outfit down his hips and thighs. “How the fuck do you manage to get this shit off every night?” You asked the question mostly out of frustration, not really needing an answer. 

“Imagine taking it off while you’re wearing it, sweetheart.” He grins as you finally succeed in getting it down to his ankles.

 “No underwear?” You asked him with a smirk. 

“Can’t have lines on stage. It’s tacky, Y/n. Plus, I might get a little pleasure watching the front row stare at my cock all night.” With that response, you reach up with your hand and smack his ass firmly. 

“Now you’re making me want to leave you naked, alone and hard with your jumpsuit around your ankles.”

“You wouldn’t, Mama. You and I both know you’re dripping just thinking about having my cock down your pretty little throat. So much so, you practically dragged me in here to suck me off.” His tone was like sweet molasses, but his words were obscene, and he was right, your panties were soaked at even just the thought of his cock nestled so deep in your throat. 

He was already hard for you, turned on by his own words. “You really are a narcissist, you know. You could probably cum just by hearing yourself talk.” You teased him, taking his cock in your hand, running your thumb along the tip. 

“Who wouldn’t, Y/n? The front row was practically giving it up to me tonight,” He said, moving his fingers through your hair. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. I’m the one with your cock in my hand. I might make you finish yourself off. Although, come to think of it, you’ll probably cum quicker that way. You don’t need me.”

“Ah, don’t be like that, Mama, you know how much I love that filthy little mouth of yours.” If anyone could make you cum with no contact, it was this fucker. 

“Then shut up and take it,” You said, leaning in and licking a slow circle around the tip of his cock. You moved the flat of your tongue around his cock from base to tip to familiarize him with your touch. You took your time with him; with the ebbing adrenaline from the show, you knew he’d be quick to cum. “Y/n, stop teasing me.” His inflection rolled upward in a needy whine. 

“You just want to cum and it all be over? What’s the fun in that?” You asked, quarking an eyebrow as you traced a nail along a particularly prominent vein. A choked moan was his only response. “Hmm, that’s what I thought.”

Finally, you took him into your mouth, and instantly felt him jutting his hips into you. You raised a free hand to his navel, scraping your fingernails through the small trail of hair below his belly button before landing on his hip, pressing him firmly into the wall to keep him still. “Fucking Christ,” escaped his mouth as he balled your hair into a tight fist, pulling you against him. You hummed, letting the vibrations work in your favor as you hollowed your cheeks, nuzzling your nose against the skin at the base of his cock. As he hit your uvula repeatedly, an excess of saliva began to run out of your mouth and onto his cock, bubbling and dripping in a filthy display. “That’s it, Y/n. Let me make a mess of you.” 

You looked up at him, vision blurred by the tears that had begun to form, swallowing around his cock, the walls of your throat tightening around the tip.  “Mama–” he croaked, his head falling back between his shoulder blades. His reaction only encouraged you further. “Touch yourself. Do it now–I want you to moan my name.” You hummed again, shaking your head back and forth, pulling your face against his belly, stopping only when you felt tears dribble down your cheeks. 

“Y/n. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Please.” You answered his pleading by slipping a free hand into your pants, moaning against him as your middle finger grazed over your clit.

“Spell my fucking name,” He whispered in a ragged, half begging, half ordering tone. Noises escaped your mouth in choked gurgles as you began to touch yourself, grinding against your fingers as you worked. “Imagine them as my fingers Y/n. How would you like me to touch you?”  You instinctively curled them upward inside of you, moaning when you felt your walls closing around your fingertips. Coming up for air, you detach yourself from his cock, watching as a string of saliva webbed from your lips to the head of his cock. 

“Fuck. That’s what I like to see, Y/n. You practically slobbering all over my cock as you fuck yourself.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Then don’t fucking tease me with fans that would never have a chance with you. They could never do it for you. At least not as good as I can.” 

You pulled the hand from your pants, keeping eye contact with him as you wrapped your slick covered fingers around him and flattening your tongue against the head of his cock. The wetness of your own arousal acted as lube as you slowly pumped your hand along his cock, watching as his eyes drooped, jaw hung open as a low whine escaped his perfect lips. 

“Are you gonna cum for me Joshy?”

“Say it again. Say my name, just like that.”

You leaned forward, resting the tip of his cock against your bottom lip before flicking your eyes back up to catch his gaze, “Cum for me please Joshy, I wanna taste you baby, don’t wanna waste a drop.”

He adjusted his body and grounded himself, bringing his free hand down to his cock, beginning to stroke himself toward orgasm. “Open up,” He huffed between heavy breaths. “Let me cum, baby.” You did as you were told, opening your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue for him. You brought your hands around his legs to his ass to pull him closer, feeling his muscles tighten as he began to cum. You watched as his eyes began to roll back, his features cast in lustful bliss. His head lulled back as his back arched, his hips bucking several times into his closed fist, thick ropes of hot cum landing on your face, lips and tongue as he finally released all inhibition. “Fuuuuuuck,” He groaned, stroking his cock to finally drain himself dry. You took it all willingly, digging your fingernails into the roundness of his ass as he came. “So good for me. So fucking good,” He said as he brought his thumb up to your chin, gathering the stray drips that had managed to fall from your mouth, tucking them back between your lips. 

He pulled you from the ground, pressing a kiss to your lips before leaning down to pull his jumpsuit back up his body. You turned to the mirror, cleaning yourself off and putting your hair in a messy updo to hide the knots Josh had created. Once the two of you were situated you turned and unlocked the door, feeling his hand land on your ass as you made your way down the hallway to the greenroom.

“You know babe,” He started, leaning in to press a kiss just below your ear, “you really know how to manage me.”

— Calgary, AB 🔆 August 24th —

You could hear the unhappy muttering coming from your room as you sat on the couch, so it was no surprise when Josh came stomping out of the room with a pout on his lips, his gaze almost immediately finding you, “You know babe, when you said we were going to sleep in, I figured you meant all of us. So why did I wake up not wrapped around my girlfriend?” 

“Sorry buddy, had to steal her away for a meeting.” Calvin said, his voice coming through the speakers of your phone.

Josh made his way over to you, leaning over the back of the couch to place his head on your shoulder, letting out a low groan. 

“We were pretty close to done anyways, I’ll email you the notes from today and the attachments. Just give them a look and email me back when you get the chance.” Calvin said, his voice distancing from the phone as if he were stepping away from his phone. Josh smiled, nuzzling further against you.

“Sounds good Cal, I’ll talk to you soon.” You said, leaning forward to hang up the call. 

The second the call dropped, Josh was pulling you over the back of the couch and dragging you back into your room, “Jeez Josh, I can walk on my own two feet you know.”

“Nope, too slow, I wanna cuddle now.” He dropped you on the bed before turning and closing the door.

“You’re so impatient.” You said with a giggle, climbing beneath the blankets once again. He kneeled onto the bed, crawling over to you and lowering himself to lay on top of you.

“No more moving, you’re stuck with me now.”

— Kelowna, BC 🔆 August 28th —

“Joshua Michael Kiszka, get your ass over here right now or I swear to god.” You ordered, watching as he attempted to slowly back away towards the door of the suite.

“What?” He said before sighing dramatically.

“Do you want to hate your life for the next week? Put on sunscreen, jackass.” You threw him the bottle of sunscreen, “I don’t want to hear any complaints coming from you.”

“Y/n, you do know that I can tan, right?” Josh said, tossing the bottle on the couch. “Just wanted some color, that’s all.”

“Well, if your ‘color’ is ‘fire engine red’ by Crayola, be my guest, but don’t–” Josh cut you off.

“Stop right there. You won’t have to, because I won’t get burnt.” His tone drifted upwards matter-of-factly as he picked up the bottle and strode over to place it on the kitchen counter. 

“Famous last words.” He was stubborn; painfully, so–literally. You could see the writing on the wall, but sometimes you gotta let grown adults–yes, grown adults, touch the stove to prove that it is, in fact, hot. 

—

You could see the burn from across the room, shining beneath the fluorescent hotel lights as Josh lounged on the couch, wincing every time he moved. You wanted to be an asshole, to walk up behind him and clap your hands on his shoulders just to watch him die a little inside, but you wouldn’t.

Instead, you walked over with cold aloe vera on your hands, taking him by surprise when you began to lather it over the crimson burns on his shoulders. 

“Jesus Christ!” Josh shrieked, recoiling away from your touch and jumping off of the couch. He turned to face you, his eyes borderline bulging from his skull, “What the fuck?!” 

You shrugged, holding up the bottle of aloe and raised your eyebrows at him, “I told you that you were gonna burn, now you’re going to have to go to soundcheck looking like a goddamn tomato.”

“I do not look like a goddamn tomato.” He grumbled, a pout forming on his lips.

You walked up to him, gently placing your hand on his cheek, and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, “You’re right, you look more like a cherry-” His mouth dropped open in offense, causing you to let out a giggle, “-or maybe the inside of a grapefruit, you are very pink.”

— Spokane, WA 🔆 September 1st —

“A farmers market? That’s how you boys are choosing to spend your day off?” You asked, still tucked beneath the blankets of Josh’s bunk. 

“I’m sorry you’re not a purveyor of mother nature’s bounty… imagine the possibilities… cucumbers, kale, lettuce… all organic,” Josh said with a grin.

“You are a very strange man. Did you know that?” You said, snuggling deeper into the covers, pulling them up to your neck. He was such a dork, but his genuine interest in something so romanticized made your heart swell. You hoped he wouldn’t see the blush growing on your face. 

“I’ve heard it a time or two, especially from someone very near and dear,” He said, bending down and kissing you softly on the cheek before pulling the stray frizz from your face. “Be back later. Anything you want me to look for?” He leaned in to kiss you once more, this time on your forehead. 

“If you can find some obscenely large strawberries…you know, the ones that are super red and the size of a golf ball? I’ll love you forever…” You said without thinking about the words falling from your lips. 

“I think you will anyway, but I’ll try, just for you.” He said with a smile before pulling on a baseball cap and heading out of the bus. 

—

The four boys, accompanied by a few members of their security, wandered around the farmers market, breaking off from the group every once and a while to check out a stall that had something they were interested in. Josh rarely found himself alone, usually walking between stands with Sam and his dog Rosie, but after finishing up at a fruit stand with Jake, the soft sound of barking came from behind him, so while Jake was looking at assorted grapes, he spun on his heel to investigate the noise.

Located not far from the stand he had been occupied at, was a truck, occupied by a young couple and five small puppies of varying colors. Though most were occupied by the couple, jumping up in an attempt to play, or stretched out along their legs in an attempt to sleep, one caught sight of Josh as he approached, and immediately waddled to the edge of the truck bed, its tiny little tail wagging as he stepped closer and closer.

—

“We’re back babe.” Josh exclaimed, walking onto the bus and finding you sat at the small table with your laptop open.

“Welcome back,” You turned your head to look at him, watching as he pulled the sunglasses off of his face and tucked them on the collar of his tee shirt, “how was the farmers market?”

Josh’s smile widened as he slowly pulled the straps of his backpack from his shoulders, “So, don’t be mad.”

You furrowed your brow at him in confusion, “Why would I be mad at you, were you not able to find the strawberries! Cause if that’s all, babe it’s fine.”

“No no, I uh, I found the strawberries…”

“What did you do Josh.” You questioned, your gaze following his backpack as he slowly placed it on the table next to your laptop.

You sat confused, waiting for something to happen, when a small head popped out of the open zipper. 

“Josh! Did you get a fucking puppy?!” You asked, your eyes widening as you stared at the small puppy sticking out of his bag, its floppy little ears bouncing as it attempted to climb out of the bag.

“I couldn’t not buy it… I mean look at it!” Josh said, pulling it from the bag to reveal its beautiful white coat, covered from head to tail with small brown speckles. 

You sighed, reaching out to brush over the soft fur of its ears, “It is pretty cute, but it’s a lot of responsibility Josh.”

“I know, but we can train it to be a tour dog, like Rosie!” Josh said, his voice laced with enthusiasm as he looked between you and the puppy.

“We?” You asked, looking up from the puppy to Josh.

“Well… yeah… I got the puppy for us.” He said, his face softening as he watched your eyes trace over his face. 

It was quiet for a couple minutes, the two of you simply looking between each other, and the small dachshund in his arms.

“We’ll need a name for it.” You said softly, running your finger along its nose, and earning a small kiss from it.

“I uh… I kinda already thought of that.” Josh said, his smile returning as he looked at you.

“Oh? And what did you choose?” You asked.

“I was thinking Goose.” He said, his eyes flickering down to the puppy.

You almost scoffed, but looking down at the puppy, you had to admit, as weird as it sounded, it did look like it should be named Goose.

“I love it. It suits her.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Goose's head.

Josh let out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank god… I was afraid you were gonna hate it.” 

You smiled, standing from your seat and pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling away only slightly before speaking, “We should probably find a pet store before soundcheck, get some supplies for our new puppy.”

 Josh spoke softly, his voice breathy as he looked between you and your new little fluffy baby, “Our new puppy.”

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ABADDON (series)

PART THIRTEEN

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Word Count: 11k words in this chapter

Summary: After a near-fatal accident that put one of your best friends into a seemingly endless coma, you’re feeling a little lost and hopeless. But are you desperate enough to do something reckless?

WARNINGS: (in this chapter) blood, scary!Josh (Paimon), mentions of drugs, injury via cutting, EMOTIONAL SHIT (including abandonment, talk of death, heavy crying)

Editing and moodboard by the incredibly talented Erin ( @gardenvanfleet )

MASTERPOST

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“How are we supposed to get it out?” Jake asks, eyeing the purple tattoo on your skin, but you’re not sure, so you just shrug. “I mean, I think you need to have a prescription to buy syringes - you know, like to prevent people from doing drugs?” 

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This is so damn weird.. sorry 😂😂😂

[harebear]

I’m so glad this is being said. I have like god awful panic attacks to a point where I’ll just hyperventilate and pass out lmao but I was about to buy tickets to the Knoxville show (Bc like fuck fear I wanna see Greta and give them my moneyyy) but I don’t feel safe to now like I’m genuinely scared, Bc it just doesn’t feel like the right vibe of people anymore. (Obviously not the boys but the people coming to the shows)

if you’re actions do not convey peace, love, and unity stop pretending to be real fans of greta.

it’s sickening to hear what is going on in the fandom right now.

most of the people i’ve met through greta have been some of the sweetest people i’ve ever interacted with. so stop ruining it for them. you don’t know how much this band means to some people.

getting to go to a greta concert can be something that is life changing to some people and such a privilege to get to experience. i am not one of those people who are getting to experience a greta concert and as much as i would love to after hearing what has happened i’m honestly kind of scared to go if i could.

it’s so heartbreaking.

be decent people, look out for your neighbor, and love those around you. we are the peaceful army. none of us are better than the other. we come together to enjoy one another and bond over the beautiful music this band makes.

do better.

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An Elegant Affair

Warnings: language, smut, fingering, oral (m! Receiving), overstimulation, public sex acts, fear of getting caught, unprotected sex, overstimulation

Summary: When Josh asks you to accompany him to a friend’s party, you never thought it would end like this… or begin like this.

Word Count: 10k

Taglist: @no-tresspassing @theweightofstardust @theatrekidjosh

I was drowsy and tired. I awoke feeling as if I hadn’t slept at all. My eyelids were heavy, but when I closed them, sleep never came. I was walking along the sliver of a line that separated someone’s brain from being awake or asleep. I was almost there, but I never fully reached the senseless experience of being asleep.

Josh’s fingers softly trailed up and down my arm, tickling the skin on my bicep. My eyes were closed, and his gentle touch was gradually bringing my system back to life.

“Are you awake?”

He whispered so softly that if I hadn’t been asleep, I wouldn’t have even stirred.

I groaned in annoyance, bringing my knees up to my chest in a silent protest for him to stop bothering me.

“Do you wanna take a shower?”

We hadn’t taken a shower the night before because we were both exhausted. However, I’m even groggier than I was before, and wishing I was already clean. This morning, the last thing I wanted to do was any kind of physical activity, including standing.

He kissed my temple gently and pushed a few stray strands of my hair behind my ear.

“It’s almost noon… I think we should get out of bed.”

Noon? There isn’t a chance.

I rolled over, my gaze locked on Josh, who was hovering above me, his upper body propped up on his elbow.

“Noon?”

I inquired, a slight crease forming between my brows. Josh’s curls were cascading down his forehead. He threw back his head, flipping his loose curls away from his face.

Josh smiled, his body heat making its way into my heart, a warm feeling collecting in the depths of my heart. I couldn’t help but return his smile.

“Yeah… you slept really well.”

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First Date

Warnings: language, angst, mild groping

Summary: It's finally time for the first date. Things are going well, but feelings emerge that cannot be suppressed for very long.

Word Count: 5k

Series Masterpost

Taglist: @theweightofstardust @theatrekidjosh

The sound of my phone ringing early the next morning pierced the air like a knife, jolting me awake from my deep slumber.

“Fuck.”

I murmured as I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone on the bedside table, bringing it to my ear.

“Hello?”

I said groggily, rubbing my eyes to bring myself back to reality.

“Hello Y/N… long night?”

It was Nathan, no surprise there. I let out a deep sigh, noticing the suggestive tone in his voice.

“Not in the way you’re suggesting… But it was a successful date nonetheless.”

I dragged my groggy feet from my bed to the kitchen to begin making myself a cup of coffee.

“I’m excited to hear that! What kind of progress did you make?”

I leaned my lower back against the countertops as I waited for the coffee to brew, the gentle hum of the machine resonating through the air.

“We really just talked the whole night… but he insisted on taking me on a real date soon. I insisted that our meeting was nothing more than a second interview. So, I approached the subject of a date and he told me he would call me later to arrange plans.”

“That’s fantastic!”

Nathan exclaimed loudly enough for me to have to temporarily remove the phone from my ear.

“I knew Brain was right! I knew you could get the job done!”

I rolled my eyes and pressed the phone against my ear again. I removed a mug from the cabinet directly above the machine and filled it with coffee after it had finished brewing. As I poured the black liquid into the ceramic mug, the aroma of fresh coffee beans filled my kitchen, drifting in every direction.

“How are you so good at this?! It’s unbelievable!”

I scoffed and brought the mug to my lips.

“I guess I’m just a good liar.”

I took a sip of coffee, flinching as the hot liquid burned my tongue slightly as it passed down my throat.

“Well whatever you’re doing keep it up! The sooner you can coax his secret out the better you’ll be paid!”

In disbelief, I raised my brows. More cash?! This was incredible! I couldn't believe how well things were going. After this, I owed Brian one. He was my saving grace from my mundane life.

“When do you suspect you’ll have a confession from him?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. This guy was really desperate. From morning to night, all he could think about was nailing Josh Kiszka.

“I don’t know Nathan. Things are going really well now and the last thing I want is to make him feel uncomfortable by pushing it.”

I took another sip of coffee, my mouth becoming accustomed to the hot temperature.

“Okay but could you just give me a rough estimate?”

I cocked a brow and stared absently at the ceiling to help my mind generate a response.

“I don’t know… two and a half months let's say.”

Nathan scoffed.

“Two and a half months? Why not just say three.”

I clenched my teeth, resisting the urge to scream angrily at him in annoyance.

“Because I don’t think it’ll take three months… I think it’ll take two and a half.”

I poisoned my voice just enough to warn him that it was time to calm down and stop his childish antics.

“How about we just say three?”

I rolled my eyes, my pupils almost disappearing under my eyelids.

“Fine.”

I was ready for this conversation to be over so I could stare at my phone and wait for a call from Josh.

“It’ll take me three months… happy?”

“Very. If you successfully reveal Josh Kiszka’s dirty secret in three months, I’ll double your pay seeing as you accomplished the task in half the time we gave you.”

My mouth dropped open. Was he truly offering to double my pay? I mean, I knew Louboutin was filthy rich, but it still surprised me they could just give away money like this.

“So… three hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”

“Well, minus the 2,500 for the outfit-”

I waved my hand holding the cup through the air, dismissing the minor deduction and interrupting his words.

“Yes, yes, I know about that.”

I took a third gulp of my coffee, now able to drink it without the fear of burning my mouth.

“You have been so helpful to us Y/N… and if you ruin Josh Kiszka’s reputation you will save us much more than 350,000 dollars… it’s really the least we could do for you.”

I couldn’t prevent a large grin from spreading across my face. I was giddy with excitement, already trembling at the thought of having that kind of money at my disposal. I was eager to get back to work.

“Thank you Nathan! You have no idea what this money could do for me!”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for being so helpful.”

“Also, Nathan?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t call me every single day… It’s really getting annoying.”

I hung up the phone and slammed it face down on the counter. I sipped my coffee, silently congratulating myself on all of my hard work toward the goal. I never imagined I'd make my fortune by seducing billionaires, but life has a habit of throwing unexpected twists your way.

I flung open my curtains, allowing the warm sunlight to stream in through the windows.

Shit, my apartment was a complete mess. How was I only just now noticing this?

I put on some music from my phone and began the slow process of reorganizing my apartment. The clean clothes strewn across the couch were folded, and the dirty ones were thrown into a laundry basket. I vacuumed the floor and dusted the tops of every table in my house. I threw the wrappers and cans in the trash, eventually having to carry the entire bag out to the large garbage can and replace it with a new one.

After my downward spiral, I guess I really let myself go. I hoisted the laundry basket onto my hip just as my phone rang, disrupting my cleaning spree. I dashed across my apartment to the kitchen, where my phone lay vibrating on the counter. I took a deep breath, calming my racing heart, and waited four rings before answering. I held the phone up to my ear, and the brief silence was deafening before I began speaking, filling the void of quiet.

“Hello Josh.”

I put on my most seductive yet approachable voice.

“Hello Y/N. How are you today?”

I flopped down on my now-clean couch, draping my legs over the armrest.

“Fine… Bored waiting for you to call.”

No more hints, it was time to turn up the heat a notch.

“I’m sorry to keep the princess waiting.”

I traced my tongue over my teeth, getting myself in the mood.

“Has your momma ever told you it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?”

Josh chuckled softly on the other end of the line.

“No. I think she skipped that lesson.”

I licked my bottom lip as I rested my hand on my stomach, adjusting my body on the couch to a more comfortable position.

“I bet I could teach you a lot of things you don’t know… or… you could teach me. I’m not familiar with your skill set.”

I lowered my voice, giving it a seductive tone. There was no other way to interpret that line other than as a sexual remark. I could hear Josh's faint breathing on the other end of the line, but he didn't respond. He was thinking about what he had just heard. He thought he had heard it the night before, and now I was confirming his suspicions.

“This is the part where you ask me on a date.”

I pushed him forward, breaking the silence. Josh paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

“Right… I apologize for my strange behavior.”

I could hear the faint noise of Josh murmuring something to someone. I waited patiently, rolling to my stomach, until he returned his attention to the conversation at hand.

“I have an opening for a lunch date today at noon.”

Today? This was moving quicker than I thought.

“Today?”

“Yes… is that a problem?”

I shook my head, quickly rising from my seat and heading into the closet to find something appropriate to wear.

“No! Not a problem at all! I just wasn’t expecting our date to happen so soon!”

I flipped through my closet, my eyes searching for something to wear. I wish I had saved some of the money from last night. I checked the time on my phone, it was already 11:15.

“I can have a car come pick you up. Text me your address.”

There was no way I could tell him where I lived. There was no way a girl who had spent thousands of dollars on a Christian Dior gown could be living in a moderately priced apartment building. It would undoubtedly raise some concerns. I quickly rummaged around in my head for a lie.

“Oh! Well, I’m actually at a coffee shop right now! Someone could pick me up from here if that would be okay!”

“That would be great! Just text me the address of wherever you are and I’ll send someone. I’ll let them know your name so there will be no confusion.”

I ripped things off the shelves while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek.

“Sounds great!”

I exclaimed happily as I frantically sifted through every single piece of clothing I owned.

“I’ll see you soon Y/N.”

“See you soon Josh.”

Josh hung up the phone. I let it fall from the crook of my neck to the carpeted floor below, landing with a soft thud.

“Fuck… I have nothing to wear.”

I muttered to the empty room, having nothing to wear. I was practically sweating, losing hope and wishing I wouldn't have to settle for something satisfactory

I threw every outfit I was considering on the bed. I paced back and forth, trying on various outfits and modeling them in front of the mirror. I kept checking the time on my phone, aware that I was running out of time before Josh demanded the address of whatever fictitious coffee shop I was dining in.

I groaned in frustration, hurling the tenth skirt I'd tried onto the bed. Everything was too flamboyant, too bleak, too conservative, or too old. I spun around, rummaging through my closet again in case I had missed something.

I sighed in annoyance before my gaze was drawn to something I had clearly missed the first time around. It was a black silk mini dress I had purchased a few years ago. Except for now, there was no situation in which it was appropriate for me to wear it.

It was flawless, elegant, sleek, and entirely flattering. I threw it on, adjusting it slightly and inspecting myself in the mirror. I looked amazing. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to gawk at myself in the mirror. I texted Josh the location of a nearby coffee shop that I knew was just down the street from my apartment complex. I wasn't sure how far Josh lived from me, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I threw on one of my designer purses that I had purchased on sale and practically ran down the street, almost collapsing onto the concrete a few times. The cool autumn breeze blew against me, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. I would've worn a jacket, but it would draw Josh's attention away from the outfit I was wearing. I could put up with a few moments of cold weather if it meant getting paid twice as much.

I slowed my pace as I drew closer to the coffeeshop, not wanting to appear like a crazy person frantically sprinting down the streets. I rarely dine here because I prefer to have my coffee in the privacy of my own apartment, so I had no idea what to order. I told the barista the first decent-looking drink that caught my eye, and took a seat next to the window to appear to have been enjoying my coffee before Josh's henchman arrived to pick me up.

I stared out the window, anticipating what I assumed would be a very expensive car. A young waitress placed the drink on my table, and I slipped her whatever spare change I had in my purse as a tip. I drank slowly, wanting to savor my overpriced coffee before heading out to meet Josh. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. A black Cadillac pulled into an empty parking spot directly in front of the coffeeshop about ten minutes later. I stood, adjusted my clothes, and strutted confidently out onto the street.

I wasn't even a little nervous for our date. By doing the bare minimum, he appeared to be falling head over heels in love with me. Unfortunately, things were only going to get more difficult from here. The most tricky aspect would be coaxing a secret out of someone who does not want to reveal it to the world. I made an effort not to give up hope. This was doable; I was confident in my abilities.

“Miss Y/N?”

I folded my hands in front of me in an attempt to appear more professional and nodded.

“Yes. That’s me.”

I spoke with assurance. I was a wealthy, successful writer with good manners. The tubby chauffeur nodded and flashed me a giant smile.

“Excellent!”

He looked down to check the time on his Rolex, lowering his face to better see the hands.

“We should be just in time for lunch!”

I returned his smile.

“Excellent! I’m looking forward to it!”

The chauffeur grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, closing it behind me once I was seated comfortably in the plush leather seats.With a slight limp, he walked over to the driver's side and adjusted himself in the driver's seat.

“Comfortable Miss?”

He inquired as he sat snugly in the driver's seat, pulling out of the parking spot.

“Yes, thank you very much.”

“My name’s Joey. Let me know if you need anything.”

He turned on soft rock music on the radio, the quiet sounds filling the car as it drove down the road smoothly. The radio was the only thing that made any noise in the car, which was incredible. If this was the kind of car he gave his employees, I couldn't wait to see how lavish his home would be.

I imagined a large pool alongside a multi-story mansion furnished with the most expensive furniture known to man.

We drove for about 25 minutes, leaving the city and entering the affluent New York suburbs. The buildings gradually shrank, while the houses grew larger. Soon, the only thing visible were opulent mansions surrounded by massive gates.

Joey gave the gate to Josh’s house a password. I watched as it opened in front of my eyes, revealing the house. We pulled into his large, circular driveway, arriving in front of Josh’s front steps. My jaw dropped. It appeared to have four or five floors, not counting the basement. The structure of the house was completely black, giving it a dark, sensual feel. It had a very modern, blocky design, with balconies on each level. A large pool was built into the right side of the house and was entirely made of glass, exposing the water. The house's inner workings were behind windows, the living room and kitchen could be easily seen from the ground.

Joey opened the door and extended his hand to help me climb out of the car, breaking my trance. I took his hand in mine, smiling at him as I quickly rose to my feet, taking in the full splendor of his living space. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was even better than I had hoped. I was too preoccupied admiring his home to notice Josh approaching me on the front steps through his front doors.

“Y/N!”

I returned to reality, turning my gaze to Josh, who was waving at me from atop the black marble steps. I returned his smile and waved back.

“Hello Josh.”

I said calmly, pretending I wasn't completely smitten with his house. Josh strode down the stairs, one hand in his pants pocket. I approached him, keeping my distance.

“How are you on this fine afternoon?”

He asked. I tucked my bottom lip under my top teeth.

“Better… Now that I’m with you.”

Josh smirked slyly.

“I’m always glad to hear that.”

As Joey drove his car to the garage on the other side of his house, there was a brief moment of silence.

“We will be dining on the top floor this afternoon.”

He reached out his arm to me. I took the hint and took a step closer to him, twisting my hand under his arm and placing it on his bicep. He led me through his front doors, showing me the inner workings of his house, which were clearly visible from the street. Josh pressed the elevator button for the top floor.

“I think you’ll enjoy spending the afternoon dining with me. My chefs have prepared a variety of food since I didn’t really know what you liked to eat.”

I suppose I should have expected the richest man in New York to have personal chefs, but hearing it still surprised me. It astounded me to learn that this man had people whose sole purpose was to prepare food for him.

We took the elevator to the top floor, which was mostly tables with plush white loveseats and a blue stained glass railing. The view was breathtaking. Josh's street had a gradual incline, and his house was at the top of the hill, with a panoramic view of the entire neighborhood.

“Josh, the view is beautiful.”

I said as I approached the edge of the balcony, my hands lightly grabbing the smooth glass railing.

“Thank you Y/N. I fell in love with it as well the first time I laid eyes on it.”

Josh's soft footfalls could be heard behind me as he reached my side. I turned to face him, taking in his lovely features in the bright sunlight.

“Shall we eat?”

He motioned to a table behind him that was completely covered in plates of food. There was everything from simple dishes like tiny sandwiches to expensive plates such as steak. Everything looked delicious, and I hadn't eaten anything all day.

“This looks lovely.”

I would have dropped my jaw if I hadn't been trying so hard to act like I came from money.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I sat on one of the loveseats on the table's side, crossing my legs as I took in the magnificent sight before me. Josh sat across from me on an identical loveseat, immediately reaching for a plate on the corner of the table.

“You look quite lovely today.”

Josh piled food on his plate and placed it on a small white circular table in front of him as he reached for a bottle of wine in the center of the large table. He leaned down, grabbing two glasses from the lower level of the large table and filling them with wine. He gingerly handed me a glass. I smiled as I took a sip. It was even better than the wine I had sampled the night before. I took another sip before placing it on the small circular white table in front of me that was identical to his.

“You’ll have to excuse my gluttony. I haven’t eaten anything today.”

I waved my hand through the air, as if to assuage his fears.

“It’s alright. I haven’t eaten anything today either.”

Josh cocked his brow, pausing his eating for a moment.

“Well you should eat something then.”

I smiled.

“You’re right. I should.”

I placed various items on the plate resting on the small white circular table in front of me, and then began eating with the fancy utensils daintily placed on either side of the plate. Everything I tried was delicious, even better than the five-star restaurant we visited the night before.

“Now… It wouldn’t be a date if we didn’t get to know each other better.”

I raised my focus from my plate.

“Ah, I almost forgot. You wanted to ask me questions.”

There was a beat of silence. I waved my hand through the air, encouraging him to continue.

“Well, go ahead.”

I said, flashing him a smile to let him know he could go on. Josh posed simple questions to me. For example, what was my favorite movie, or what kind of music I liked. I lied about sensitive information, such as where I lived. He only knew my first name and a few other general details about me. Although I had no doubt that Louboutin would be able to save me if things went wrong, I wanted to be cautious.

“Do you have a significant other?”

I clenched my jaw. Of course this question would come up. I had asked him about it enough times to have it stuck in his brain.

“Why do you ask that?”

I said, smiling and bringing my gaze to him. Josh laughed, a toothy grin on his face. I just noticed the small gap between his teeth. Has that always been there? It was adorable.

“Don’t be so secretive. I know you don’t have one.”

He said it in a lighthearted tone, his voice tinged with laughter.

“What makes you so certain?”

We had finished eating, and I had eaten so much that I felt like I was going to burst. I sipped my second glass of wine while relaxing on the loveseat. Josh rose and walked painfully slowly over to where I was sitting. He sat gingerly next to me, keeping his posture straight and not allowing himself to relax against the plush loveseat's back.He locked his gaze on mine. I kept my entire body relaxed, demonstrating to him that he didn't make me nervous in the least. Despite the fact I couldn't stop the steady beat of my heart from quickening.

“Oh come on. Don’t think I don’t notice you flirting with me every chance you get.”

I scoffed, tracing the tip of my finger down his arm and following it with my eyes.

“Do you ever wear anything except for suits?”

Josh scoffed, furrowing his brow.

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?”

He inquired, slightly irritated that I was diverting his attention away from the heavy romantic atmosphere. I licked my lips as I carefully placed my half-empty glass of wine on the circular table in front of me. I leaned back, turning my body to face him and re-establishing our eye contact.

“Yes it is… I’m distracted by your complete lack of social skills when it comes to understanding women.”

Josh clenched his teeth in annoyance. He wasn't used to being insulted. Nobody dares to speak ill of him.

“What exactly am I lacking?”

He mumbled through clenched teeth. I smiled and rested my hand on his shoulder.

“You lack flamboyance… When a woman is flirting with you, you don’t tell her you know, because she already knows exactly what she’s doing.”

I let the air hang heavy for a few moments before reaching the climax of this conversation. The atmosphere was growing dense with sexual tension as I shifted my body closer to Josh until our chests were almost flush together.

“Instead…”

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his ear. As my hot breath brushed against his ear, his breath became rough and uneven. I could hear the intense pounding of his heart through his chest.

“You just kiss her.”

I pulled back, allowing our faces to be centimeters apart. Josh's cheeks were flushed pink. It made me happy to know that I had an effect on him that I'm sure not many women did. I kept my gaze fixed on him, indicating that I was serious.

“Are you gonna do it?… you know what I want Josh.”

I kept my voice soft and breathy, adding a sensual touch to my tone.

I stared at his lips and moved in close enough for the tips of our noses to lightly touch. Josh wasted no time after I reconnected our gazes. He pressed his lips aggressively against mine, reaching up to cup my face and pushing me back, my shoulder blades connecting with the loveseat.

The abrupt collision between my back and the plush loveseat knocked the breath from my lungs. I gasped for air in between feverish kisses as Josh’s soft lips moved in sync with mine. As my arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him further into me, his hands ran up and down my sides, firmly gripping anywhere he touched.

He adjusted his body until he was comfortably situated in between my legs, the silk dress beginning to hike up my thighs. Josh slipped his tongue in between my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth before moving firmly against mine.

I tangled my hand in his curls, eliciting a low groan from the back of Josh’s throat. I smirked happily against his lips, knowing my plan was working.

I never imagined someone could kiss another person without falling in love with them, but now I know it's very possible. I was doing it right now.

Josh trailed his hands down my waist to my thighs, gripping them tightly and bringing them up to his waist, giving him full access to grind his growing bulge against my clothed core.

Because of the suddenness of the action, I moaned before putting my hands on his chest and pushing him off of me.

I didn't think I'd fall in love with him, but as he hovered above me, his hair messy and his lips plush and slick with saliva, I couldn't deny that I wanted him right now. I didn’t want to stop him and be a complete tease. I wanted him to fuck me on a couch on the top floor of his million dollar mansion.

But I forced the intrusive thoughts to leave my mind. This was strictly business.

“I don’t fuck on the first date… I hope you understand.”

My voice was still breathy as I spoke. Josh smirked, his tongue tracing his top teeth. His hot breath sent shivers up my spine as he lowered his head to my ear.

“Do you fuck on the second?”

It took everything I had not to react to his ridiculously sexy voice. It was low and raspy, and oh so sensual. I licked my lips.

“Maybe…”

Josh drew back, lustfully looking into my eyes.

“If I’ve met the right guy.”

I finished my sentence. Josh smirked before removing his body from atop mine, standing and turning to stare at the beautiful view.

“I think that was a lovely way to end our first date… don’t you think?”

He inquired, his back turned to me. I sat back up on the loveseat, adjusting my dress and hair.

“Yes. I think so.”

I agreed, giving my attention to the back of his head.

“I will escort you to the car if you wish.”

He only turned his head to look me in the eyes, his lust filled gaze replaced with care. I accepted his offer with a smile and a nod.

“Yes. That would be great.”

My heart rate had not slowed, and sweat was forming on my brow. I needed a moment to relax and reconcile with reality. In a futile attempt to calm my heart, I took a deep breath.

“Before we go… is there a bathroom I can use?”

Standing at my full height, I inquired. Josh pointed to the house's inner workings, which were easily visible because they were behind a layer of glass.

“It’s easy to find. The only door on the back wall, close to the back left corner.”

I thanked him, trying not to sprint in the direction of the restroom. I slammed the door behind me and rested my head on it.

What was going on with me?

I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. I tried to divert my attention away from Josh's plush lips by visiting his bathroom. Of course, everything appeared to be extremely expensive. A beautiful sink set into a marble countertop. A large shower with a glass sliding door.

I couldn’t distract myself for long. Every thought led back to him. The way he stared at me with a look of pure lust. The way he smirked or how hot he looked when his hair was disheveled. I calmed myself down by controlling my breathing. I got up, moving towards the sink and splashing water on my face.

I gripped the sides of the countertop, staring at myself in the mirror. I looked disheveled, but still presentable. Nothing too crazy happened, all we did was kiss.

Except I might be falling for the person I'm being paid $350,000 to betray.

I shook my head. This is ridiculous. I assured myself that I would feel the same way about anyone I had just kissed. It'll pass.

I mean, if any guy looked me in the eyes with the intent to fuck me, I’d want them at least a little bit, right?

I sighed deeply, patting my face dry with a washcloth hung on the back of the door.

“These feelings will pass… I’m sure I’ll wake up tomorrow and want nothing more than 350,000 dollars.”

I said, trying to reassure myself. Although I wasn’t sure if it was completely true, I let myself believe it, at least for now.

[harebear]

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[harebear]

Soooo lmao maybe I’m too use to tumblr gvf fans Bc I made a joke about moving to Tennessee (which I am but like southern Tennessee wayyyy away from Nashville) and trying to get some gvf pp (I’m raunchy I knoww lmao and it was a joke) and these girls got sooooo tore up over it like “omg that’s so inappropriate”. girl people masturbate to them and talk about it on the internet lmao chill. Also I once read a post about a girl wanting them all to rail her one at a time and being feral (what a mood) so I just assumed it was like the Harry fandom where we all talk about that and we’re horny af but I was so wrong lmaoooo and honestly I feel attacked so if Greta van fleet makes you horny lmk it’s not just me?!??

[harebear]

Not gonna lie saw the post underneath this that said “I’ll kick off..” and like mindlessly thought you said 10/10 would kick him and I was like meeee lmao. When you wanna love Sam so much you bully him

Playing footsies with Sam 🥰

10/10 would do. This would cure my depression, clear my skin, cleanse my soul

[harebear]

do you have any soft boyfriend josh pics??

I hope these are sufficient

[harebear]

“Here,” he reaches back, grabbing the cranberry juice box and pops the foil with the pointed end of the straw, “Drink this.”

Her face pinches up, “No.”

A frown overcomes Harry’s face, “No?” He sits up a bit straighter, “What do you mean no? This will make you feel better.”

“I don’t like cranberry juice.” She grumbles, shaking her head and scooting away from the box he held out to her, “It’s bitter.”

“I don’t care if you don’t like it, it will help you. Don’t be stupid.” He holds it out again, wiggling it but Y/N continues to turn her nose up to it, “Little human, don’t upset me.”

or

Harry’s a vampire and Y/N never dresses for the weather (ft. cranberry juice)

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