#Joshua Washington x fem reader

[admirationandromantics]

Keeping Warm

Another request, thank you so much. Again, reminding people that these usually take some time!! I loved the concept of this one, and believe me when I say that I love to write smut (blog is 18+ minors get away). It's not exactly like the request, but I still hope you like it.

And Merry Christmas and happy holidays! Not gonna be active today, so please enjoy this one and send requests if you want me to take a look at them later. Have a nice day everyone <3

Basically, reader comes to the lodge with Josh a day earlier to set everything up, and they have to get the guest cabin ready. Snow storm, they're snowed in and have to keep warm (you can imagine where this goes).

Word count: 3,3k (Unedited)

i absolutely adore your work, especially the drugged chocolate ones was such a trip!! i was hoping if you could write about josh and reader being stuck in a snow storm. being stuck somewhere, a car or a small cabin (whatever works for you!) and having to have sex for warmth. i know this request is kind of silly but i could totally imagine josh asking this just to be funny and being shocked that reader agrees to do it.😭 (@dissolvedprincess)

“Should we go and set up the guest cabin for Emily and Mike?” I ask, fluffing the last pillow on the sofa. 

“Are we done here?” Josh comes into the room, looking around for any imperfections. Everything is cleaned, changed and heated up. I take it all in, the coziness of the lodge is like no other. It is perfect. 

“Yes we are, don’t you think?”

He comes up behind me, seeing everything from my perspective. 

“Yeah, looks great, guest cabin next”

We take our jackets, not bothering with extra sweaters and outerwear. We aren’t going to be long, just change the sheets, check if there’s firewood and do a quick cleanup. 

Everyone is arriving at the lodge tomorrow night, and I volunteered to come with Josh to prepare for it. The weekend was going to be awesome. Drinking, dancing and talking. I do have an ulterior motive to the kindness I’m paying him. Usually he does these things himself, but by coming with him, we could get some alone time. Not that it would lead to anything, either way, I enjoy his company. 

We go outside, the snow-filled wind immediately hitting us. I knew it was brewing up for a storm, but I didn’t expect it to come so early. I look over at him, and he has his hand in the air, reaching out for me. I grab it, holding firm so I don’t lose him. We can barely see, barely open our eyes to follow the path before us. 

He leads me down, an occasional swing to the side and a little hill here and there. We walk up a couple of stairs when we suddenly hear a loud wolf’s howl. Fucking hell, was this mountain trying to kill us? Luckily, he’s basically grown up here, and knows by heart the way. I finally glimpse the little cabin in the distance, dark and empty. I collect my last strength, one hand still in his and the other in my pocket to keep its warmth. There’s a bunch of snow in front of the door, but he kicks a little away, as if that’s going to help. Hands go in his pocket, finding the keys. He fumbles with them, finally finding the right one and unlocking the door. He struggles to open it, the snow going too high. I try to help him, using my hands to mow as much of the white coldness away that I can. It finally opens, just enough that one of us can press through at a time. I go first, letting him hold the door open. He quickly follows, squeezing his body through the tight space. 

As the door closes, a blissful silence falls over us. The only sound being the wind howling outside, slamming against the wood walls. I look around the cabin. It’s dark and cold, probably dusty as well. 

“Fuck, what a weather” he exclaims relieved, taking a deep breath and going straight for the bedroom. I follow suit, helping him find new sheets, organising, cleaning stuff away, and sweeping the floor. We share one lamp, moving from room to room as we do the tasks. 

“You know, it was great having someone up here with me this year” 

“Don’t worry about it, give me a treat and I’ll come next year as well”

“You’re that easy?”

“In this area, yes”

He laughs at my response, and I sit down on the couch, finally being able to relax a bit. He sits down beside me, legs touching as he makes himself comfortable. I look over, noticing that his gaze is already on me. Eyes move up and down, taking in every inch of me as I’m laid out on the couch. 

“Staring a bit much are we, Washington?” 

“Can’t help myself”

“I mean, if I was wearing a bikini and sitting in a hot tub, I’d be flattered. But you’re literally looking at wool and a massive jacket” 

“Hey, I know what I’m into, you don’t”

I smile, the playfulness of it all getting to me. 

“I don’t know what you’re into or what I’m into?” 

“The first one you know” 

“That you’re into wool and big jackets” 

“Like thinking about what’s underneath” 

“Good play Josh”

I laugh, standing up and taking a last lap around the cabin. The bedroom’s good, the kitchen’s good and the living room’s great. 

“I think we’re good to go back” 

He stands up as well, grabbing his knees and grunting like an old man. He takes a quick look around, being satisfied with the result. 

“You’re right, it’s starting to get cold” 

We go to the door, and he tries pushing it open. It doesn’t budge. He tries again, putting more force into it than last time. It still doesn’t open. He keeps trying, and I move over to the window to look outside. We’ve been in too long, and the snow is now reaching up to our waists, the storm still going strong. 

“Josh, I don’t think we’ll be able to get out” 

He moves to my side, seeing the snow balling on. 

“Windows” He comments, eyes widening in realisation, glad for the solution he conjured. We try to open it, but to no avail. We try the other one as well, but they’re both frozen shut. 

“Shit, shit, shit” 

“Do you have your phone?”

I reach in my pockets, making myself aware that I left it back at the lodge. He hums, trying to think. 

“Okay, I think I’ll pass sometime during the night, right?”

“I believe so” I try to stay hopeful, even with our clothes, the cabin was freezing. 

“Hey Josh, how about we start a fire?” 

He answers by moving over to the fireplace, sitting down and giving a loud sigh. What was the problem now? 

“Out of firewood” 

“You’re joking” 

“I wish I was” 

I whine out loud. What the hell were we gonna do? The only way out is blocked. Even if we manage to remove some of the snow, the storm would replace it easily, leading to us being exhausted and frozen. 

He walks over, hands going to either side of me and holding tight. I look up, finding his eyes oddly comforting, though being anxious himself. I take a deep breath, meeting his gaze before leaning on him, burying my head in the crook of his neck. I wasn’t going to be so shameless to sniff him, but my body listens before I think. Like warmth and fire, how ironic. 

“Listen, this is going to be great” 

I move away, rolling my eyes and giving him a ‘oh, really’-sarcastic look. He smiles, hands gripping even harder and moving up and down, warming me up. 

“It is! Look, we’ve been cleaning and preparing all day, now we’ll relax, talk and just enjoy the night” 

“Josh, it’s freezing” 

“We have each other. At least I didn’t send you here on your own” He laughs, a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Would you?” 

“Nah, I wouldn’t” 

I sit down on the couch, and he goes into the bedroom to get the covers and some more blankets. We get cozy, sitting beside each other in front of the cold fireplace and telling stories. We talk about Chris and Ashley, as well as Mike and Emily. 

“You have noticed the tension between Jess, Emily and your sister, right?” 

“Who hasn't?” 

We go into detail about our lives, and just now, I realise how little I actually know about him. I haven’t gone beyond surface level, which is partly his fault because of the fake persona he always displays, but still…

“Wait, you had a thing for me?” 

My eyes widen at the realisation, a book which I could never imagine was opened. He once liked me. He thought about me, and felt a certain way. 

“Well, had and had… But, you know”

“Yeah, would be a bit weird for the others, don’t you think?”

“Not as weird as Mike’s triangle-drama” he states, laughing at the man. 

“Isn’t it technically a quadruple-drama?” 

“Wouldn’t that be a foursome?” I think for a minute, intrigued by the affairs. I could be, I bet Mike would love it, but I don’t think that’s the right term. 

“No, that’s just sexual, this is just drama” 

“Speaking of sex and sexual appeal…” Josh starts, and I can help but snort. How the conversation has turned. I never imagined myself talking about this, with him, here. 

“Was all this a plot just to make me tell you this?” 

“Maybe” he answers, a playful smirk on his lips. He loves the direction this is going, he’s intrigued, interested. Of course he is. It’s freaking Josh Washington. 

“Okay then, let me tell you. If we had a fire here, I might do it right here” 

“Really?” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time” 

His eyes widens in surprise, brows furrowing in confusion. Oh, it sounds like I’ve done it ‘here’ before, which is absolutely not what I meant 

“You mean that time you and Sam shared this cabin…”

“No, no! Sorry, I worded that wrong. I just meant to say that fire in itself is a bit of a vibe, mood lighting and all” 

“Ohhh, yeah” 

“Not that I’ve done it here, I’ve never had sex on a mountain before”

“You don’t say” his tone is different, something darkly curious in it. I smile at him, aware that I’ve shared a bunch and he hasn’t shared anything. 

“I do, have you?” 

He pauses, looking at the imaginary fire we’ve constructed, keeping us warm. None of us are, which is why we’re automatically sliding closer and closer. We can’t help it, it’s just instinct at this point. 

“No I have not” 

“I’m surprised” 

“What, why?” 

“Well, bring a girl up to a mountain, your secluded beautiful bachelor pad. Who knows what might happen” 

“Are you saying we should…” 

“You wish Washington” 

He puts his hands up in defeat, grinning at my smiling face. I’ve never connected with him this way before. There’s something different about it, as if everything happening is supposed to. We’re supposed to be trapped here, in the ice cold cabin, fighting for warmth together. 

“Maybe I do” 

I laugh, thinking back on all the things I’ve imagined before. I know I have a dirty mind, but when my thoughts are filled with this man, I can’t help myself. I lean my head against his chest, pulling all the layers over us as I close my eyes. 

“Let me know when the storm is over” 

“You know you should never sleep in situations like these” 

“You’re here, I’ll be okay” 

***

I wake up shivering. The wind is still howling outside, and the room is icy. Josh has his eyes closed, probably sleeping. 

“Psst, Josh” I whisper, my body vibrating as I speak. He opens his eyes, body suddenly aware of the cold air surrounding him. 

“Shit, it’s cold” 

“Should we try to get back to the lodge?” I propose, breathing coming in quick and fast. This was not good. We’re literally going to get hypothermia if we keep like this. He stands up, arms around himself as he looks out the window. 

“It has calmed a bit, but seeing our condition, we’ll not be able to get all the snow away” 

“Fuck” I shutter, pressing the covers harder on me as if it’s going to work. He sits down beside me again, starting to remove his clothing. My mouth opens as he keeps going. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“Body heat, take your clothes off” 

“You know the first factor that you have hypothermia is that you want to remove your clothing?” I add, the idea being odd. I know it’s a legit thing, but at this point, the covers seem like the best options. 

“So, I guess you are not reason enough?”

“If I wasn’t freezing to death, I would laugh at that” 

He finally reveals himself, taking the last shirt off before moving to his pants. I shake my head, what am I going to do? 

“What are you waiting for, I’m going to freeze to death alone and you have to wait here for backup with my dead corpse” 

I oblige, starting to take off my clothes. The jacket, the sweater, the shirt… 

“How much am I taking off?” 

“As much as possible” 

“Josh, is it really necessary t-” 

“Oh, fuck it” he exclaims, taking hold of my pants and dragging them off, leaving me only in my underwear. He’s quick to lay down, pulling me on top of him and the covers over us. I almost faint from the warmth. His chest is hot, heart beating rapidly as his cold hands run over my naked back. Our legs tangled together, his crotch by mine as I try not to think about our position. I do my best to adjust my breathing, calming myself and forcing my brain to stop the conjuring of dirty images. The silence is deafening, and I ask the only appropriate question that comes to mind. 

“Why shouldn’t you sleep in situations like these?” 

“What?” 

“I know we shouldn’t, but why?” 

His hand keeps drawing circles on my back, occasionally touching the hem of my bra. 

“Because our body temperature lowers when we sleep, we don’t use as much energy, like an energy-saver” 

“Oh, yeah, makes sense. You keep active and work out so your body gets hotter. It’s such a simple concept, I just didn’t really think about it” I exclaim, a bit embarrassed it didn’t click faster. 

“Yeah… You know, there’s other ways to keep warm too” he continues in a whisper, and I move my head, holding myself up as I look down on him. Our faces inch closer, hot breaths colliding. 

“Like…” his hand moves under the hem of my panties, tugging at the fabric. I feel him getting harder under me, poking at my dripping heat. 

“Like-” I interrupt him with my lips, crashing into him. He answers quickly, opening his mouth and grabbing my ass. He squeezes, causing me to moan into him. My arms fly up, one beside his head and one feeling down his toned stomach. I take him in, his warmth, tracing every curve and muscle. 

I start grinding on him, elevating his hardness and making him groan into me. He grabs my thighs, pushing me closer and moving underneath. My body is on fire, kisses getting sloppier and wetter. One of his hands moves to my heat, letting me grind down on his fingers. 

“So this is how you’ve felt about me all this time” he coos, stroking the wet fabric. I force myself not to make sounds so early, after all, he gets me all worked up so quickly. How am I going to keep it up? 

“I can say the same about you” I state as my hand goes down to cup his bulge. He grabs my thigh harder, a weak attempt at controlling himself. My hand goes to trace the hem of his boxers, teasing him with the movements. He jolts into me, making me yelp and lose my balance, falling over him once again. He grabs the back of my neck pushing my lips down on his. His teeth clasp around my lower lip, definitely colouring it red. 

His hands move up to my back, fiddling with the clasp of my bra. It takes a couple of tries, and I try to hide my smile. 

“Need help?” 

“It’s the position we’re in” 

“What, me on top of you?”

“More the freezing cabin-bit, but maybe you’ve got a point” 

He manages to unhook it, dragging it off my arms and throwing it in the clothing pile. I’m about to kiss him again, when he takes hold of my body, one hand on my back and one on my thigh, and rolls us around, making him lay on top. The action leaves me in surprise, it was unexpected, but so is he. I should always be on my toes around him. 

He captures my lips again, mouth moving to my jaw and down my neck. I can’t help the sounds I make, each one a result of his tender touches. He’s warm and cozy, knowing exactly how to make me melt underneath. His mouth travels down my stomach, leaving kisses and bites all over. I whine at the pain, but he quickly licks and kisses the areas better again. Hands are kneading my breast and thighs, coming slowly up to my wet heat. I grab hold of him, not wanting him to go further down. 

“No, please, stay up here with me” 

It’s cold without his chest against mine, it feels empty and alone. He smiles at my request, pushing himself up again and letting me feel his lips. 

“I’m not saying I don’t want to, but-” 

“I know, we’ll keep each other warm” 

He speaks in a tone I’ve never heard before, making butterflies flap around in my stomach. It’s loving and caring. A deep voice which makes my toes curl. I’ve never felt as safe before. He takes hold of my underwear, dragging it down my legs. I help him, kicking it off my feet. He does the same with his, leaving both of us pressed together, in an ice-cold cabin, with a bunch of blankets, naked. I feel him stroke my folds, his hardness pressed against me. I yearn for him, waiting for him to take the first move. 

He does. Chests pressed up against each other, he lowers himself, slowly filling me up. Head is in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily as he keeps going. Shit, he’s big, not even feeling his thighs yet and still pressing in. 

“You’re doing so good for me” he whispers, breathing unevenly and struggling to form the words. Knowing that he’s also feeling this way makes it better. I take hold of his torso, quickly pushing myself completely down on him. We both moan in response, and he doesn’t waste time, starting to move immediately. The cabin fills up with the sound and smell of sex, whimpers and moans in symphony, no one close enough to hear. We’re here, alone and together. 

His pelvis rubs against mine, giving me that extra bit of friction to my core. It starts building up, the warmth, the withholding pleasure wishing to cave. His arm takes hold of my leg, lifting it up, letting him dig himself even deeper. My back arches as he does, reaching my cervix, pain and pleasure shooting through me at the same time. 

“Fuck, Josh I’m gonna come” 

“Mhm, yeah me too” 

He pumps in and out, almost leaving me before slamming into me again. His hand grabs my side harshly, leaving marks which’ll stay for days. My arms go around him, pressing him harder against me, elevating the friction and rubbing. I can’t help it, my nails digging into his back, scraping and crying for release. His lips capture mine in a passionate kiss, and I finally come, clenching around him. Feeling my whole body twitch with pent up energy and ecstasy. He rides me through it, pumping until he digs himself deep, coating my walls in white release. 

The room is filled with deep breaths, bodies tight as his arms go around me, head moving up to kiss my cheek. I stroke his back hand hair, not getting enough of him. I just had sex with Josh Washington, but… was it just to keep warm? My own insecurities get the better of me, and as if on cue, he meets my eyes with his, looking for something. 

“You okay?” 

“I mean, I’m warm” 

“That’s not what I mean” 

I sigh, the high slowly falling, making my body limb and tired. 

“What happens now?” 

He smiles, leaning down and kissing me again, this time, more romantic, more real. 

“I guess we lay here until the sun comes up. Then we get to the lodge, and maybe we can do this again” 

“Again?” 

“You know, really do it again” 

“Fucking hell Washington, that’s not what I mean” 

“I know what you mean, and you should probably stick to calling me Josh”

[itzpookiepooh]

Protection

(Not part of the revenge plot)

Do not copy my work

Summary: In which Josh protects you.

You spent the night running for your life. You were exhausted and out of breath. Ashley and Chris were gone, you saw it yourself. The killer had been trying to catch you since then. You were hiding in a room ducked off in the corner of the loft. Your heart wouldn’t stop beating so painfully. You tried to think of rational reasons why the killer was going so hard on you after taking your friends.

The floor creaks outside the door as you watched from the cracks between the closet door and clothes. The closet was in between a partial wall and the main wall making it look like it wasn’t even there. You thought this was perfect and safe since perhaps the killer didn’t know the lodge like you did.

The shadow danced around the room. Heavy footsteps making you nearly shake in fear. You could only hope you were free when the footsteps walked out of the room. You waited patiently hoping you could escape. Once you felt like you waited long enough you quietly slipped out of the wardrobe and tiptoed to the door.

You didn’t get it open before you were grabbed from behind. Your screams muffled as the killed wrapped his hand around your mouth. You put your feet on the door and push off causing you both to tumble to the floor. You try to scramble away only to have your ankle grabbed. Your body fell from under you making you crash onto the edge of the bed. The killer straddled you, holding your wrists in his large hands.

“Please, please, please don’t do this.” You whimpered tears pouring down your cheeks.

“Such a sweet baby bird. Why would I hurt you?” The voice distorted and a hand moving your now poofed up bang from your face. The sweat from running getting to your hair.

He grabs the mask forcing it over your face. You thrash screaming for Josh to help you. For anyone to help you but no one else was in the lodge except for you and him. Your body becomes weaker as you slowly stop kicking your legs and throwing your head around. Your eyes drift apart staring at the grotesque mask above you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before you completely blacked out. Your body fell limp on the bed. He climbs off of you and admires your sleeping figure. He carries you into the depths of this lodge. A place only he knows.

When you woke up you were strapped to a chair. Your neck was cramped from you being slumped over for so long. You look around a bright light illuminating the room. Your retinas burn from the sudden light as you wince away from it. You hear heavy footsteps approaching making your body still. You began tugging at the zip ties praying it would snap. The killer stood in front of you, his head tilted to the right.

“Please let me go!” You scream as he continues to stalk towards you. He stopped in front of your feet and chuckles before taking the mask off.

Josh?

Joshua Washington?

“Josh? What—“ He being laughing but you couldn’t find the joke.

He crouched down his arms on his knees. A small smile graced his lips as he caresses your face. Your breathing was shaky as you stared at his features. Was this really Josh? Your Josh? You knew everything with his sisters took a toll on him but this was a lot even for you. What was going on right now?

“You don’t understand how special you are to me.” He chuckles before standing up straight. You eye him as he circles you.

“I can’t let you get in the middle of it. So you’ll stay here where you’re safe.” He said softly. Your look of confusion deepens.

“Everything was you?” You say breathlessly. He nods triumphantly with his hands behind his back.

“Bingo.” His tone so confident. Everything going along with his master plan.

What could possibly be going through his brain right now? Revenge. For what they did. The evil that prank was sending his sisters over the edge. Literally. The fake remorse and care for him. He was returning the favor.

“So what now? Josh this has gone too far!” You panic tugging against your restraints. His smile drops instantly at your statement.

“Was it too far when my sisters never returned? Was it too far when Hannah was humiliated and ran out her own home? Was it too far when they didn’t even apologize?” His voice was sinister as he got close to you.

He was right though, they couldn’t care less about the prank. You wanted to give Ashley the benefit of the doubt when you all played with the ouija board. She tried to be funny since she didn’t believe in it at first but it flew off the table scaring her. You didn’t want to believe you called the twins forward either but it was all happening so fast.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice quivered as your waterline filled up with tears.

“Oh I’m not mad at you. In fact you weren’t suppose to be there when I got Ashley and Chris.” He explained to you making you shudder. A cold feeling taking over your body.

“What?” You ask breathlessly. Were you hearing him right?

“You consoled me when I needed someone most. I could never be mad at you.” He holds your face in his hands with a small smile. He kisses your forehead softly confusing you more.

“You’re gonna stay here while I deal with the rest of them.” He explains to you before putting his mask back on and walking away.

“Josh! Josh no! Listen to me! Untie me! Joshua!” Your screams fall on deaf ears. You couldn’t get out of the restraints and stop him.

Little did you know he set up a night of horrors for your friends. This night had only just begun and Josh would make sure they felt remorse for what they had done to his sisters. The shoe was now on the other foot.

[crystaistar]

I have so so many submissions (13) that I haven't gotten around to doing (i apologise omg) I'm not gonna close my submissions box, but I wanted to say that I will get around to them! ... eventually

So stay tuned !!

[foreid]

⊹₊ ⋆ ㅤ— “FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE . .ᐟᅟ ”

part 1 | part 2

wrd count: 1304

warnings: smut, fem!reader x josh, dry-humping, drinking, josh is a pervert, semi-plot, make out, drunk reader, smutty indications, aggressive teasing

a/n : my bi-monthly drop!!!! wrote this for my dear friend adri, and me :3 but also because i just finished until dawn and this sexy man is EVERYWHERE… will be writing more of him soon. stay tuned ! ;)

you knew your limits when it came to alcohol, what you could handle and what you couldn’t.

but joshua washington had to be the world's best sweet talker. because you’d convinced everyone at the lodge you’d be the most sober.

now you were the only one slurring out a random song with an empty bottle of expensive vodka wrapped around your perfectly jeweled up and manicured hand.

“jooooosssshhhhh…” you slurred to him, clinging onto his bicep that felt oddly larger than usual. all he could do was give that signature sexy laugh and shake his head at you.

he was gentle with you, still obviously teasing but not to an extent.

the boy knew you weren’t 100% yourself when you got this drunk.

“mhm, that’s my name.” he said to you, the two of you weren’t necessarily separated from the group, but you weren’t close enough to be in their conversations.

that was always the case when the two of you were together.

but to him, close was never close enough.

you were rubbing your face all on his flannel, cheek chubbying up and only looking up at him through your eyelids.

eyes big and full of drunken content.

to him, you were just so pretty vulnerable.

the way he was looking down at you was almost straight out of a cheap porno.

his wide eyes, now low and full of an extreme emotion that your weak brain couldn’t understand.

but you had an idea that it was what you were wearing, not to toot your own horn.

soft layers: a tight white tank top stacked with a hot pink zip-up that had fur on the hood and graphics on the back, your tight denim shorts and fleece tights that were meant to keep you warm, but anyone with a right mind knew they were just for show.

technically… you had packed more outfits like this for the trip, but that’s because you weren’t expecting the cabin to be so bitterly cold.

so it wasn’t really even your fault.

in reality, you were dressing this way on purpose.

okay maybe you were dressed like this because you loved the attention.

the peering looks he gave you anytime you walked by, the snarky comments that left his perfect mouth.

who were you to blame? look at that man.

“feelin’ clingy tonight, huh?” he taunted, laughing in your face at the way you were holding onto him and gawking.

“me—? clingy? y’r funny, washington…” all you could do was stutter and stumble on your words.

he made you nervous and you were so intoxicated you could barely think before speaking.

holding him like this made you imagine all the possibilities. all the things you could be doing to each other right now.

and it almost felt like he was thinking the same, like you were always riding on the same wavelength.

you know something else you could ride on.

it was stupid to imagine but there’s always been a tension between you two, so thick and palpable that it left you knees-weak every time he flirted with you.

“let’s just cut the bullshit. c’mon.” before you could even process that he was talking to you, a rough set of calluses were wrapped around your forearm, tugging you somewhere in the lodge that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

the second you heard a door close behind you two, you realized you were in the master bedroom,

only knowing this due to the sudden change of temperature in the room compared to the living room.

“wha- aren’t they gonna n— notice that we’re gone?” you were confused, but you trusted him.

despite the evident look of hunger and lust in his eyes. you trusted yourself in his hands.

“i don’t care. i just needed to get you alone.” his mouth made its way to your ear, slowly, as his warm breath came to touch with your skin,

your body froze up at the sudden attention, making you feel warm. “y/n. almost years i’ve been fantasizing about you, ever since we met,” he paused and cautiously reached for your hips.

his hands were warm and you felt safe, once you processed his words you became putty in them.

“huh?”

was all you could mutter out, keeping yourself in place by grabbing onto his triceps, looking up at him through your full and wispy eyelashes.

“i’m sayin’ i wanna fuck you, pornstar. your skin is so soft and warm. i wanna know,” he paused to straighten himself up and look at you.

“i wanna know what it feels like inside that pussy of yours.”

drunk, he was drunk this had to be the drinks talking. there was no way this was real.

even if he was intoxicated, that didn’t stop his words from going straight in between your legs. arousal pooling onto your lacy panties.

could’ve sworn your eyes started to roll back at the dirty talk, he was so good at it too.

“y’don’t mean that—“ he quickly cut you off, pulling you in nice and personal and grabbing at the plush skin that was covered by tight denim. “i do. with every fiber in me, i swear i do.”

the physical attention was overwhelming, and the verbal one was even more intense. you didn’t know what else to do but to give in to something you’ve been praying for for so long.

you couldn’t even suck in a breath before he was crashing his lips onto yours.

it was a kiss that made you dizzy, you melted into it though, wrapping yourself onto him.

he led you backwards, kissing you still while he was walking, pressing your back against whatever wall was close; stabilizing you with his knee between your legs.

you were holding onto the hair on the back of his head for dear life, loving the hot and messy kiss so much that it turned you on.

all the sexual frustration of not getting any in almost a year turned you into some horn dog.

your head was spinning, you could barely make out a thought. josh’s hand began to unzip your jacket, sliding it off your body while his lips started roaming down your neck.

“i ca— can’t take it,” a whine slipped out of your lips, head turned to face away from him to hide away your embarrassment.

this didn’t stop him though, you felt him smile against your skin and only itch on more.

rutting your hips for you against his clothed leg while he started sucking ravishingly against your neck, josh himself could barely keep himself from grinning at how much he’s won.

josh was the type for messy and quick sex. but when he thinks of having it with you, he wants it hard and slow.

painfully slow. so he can make you take in everything, make you feel everything all at once.

his fingers started sliding off the straps of your tight shirt, lips starting to make contact with the plush skin of your breasts.

“so fuckin’ sexy. just like i imagined. you g’nna let me give it to you? hm?” he was teasing, words muffled by the way he had his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“god i can’t wait to fill you up. gonna tell chris how good this pussy is.” josh snickered, grinning at the mess he was making of you.

and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

he brought himself up to bite on your ear, hands teasing your breasts as your hips (which had minds of their own) kept grinding on his knee, the friction making your brain go into mush.

your mind was completely blown, blank and empty.

fingers were digging and wrinkling up his flannel as your mouth was agape.

you were all hot and bothered, needing and yearning for more.

if you felt this good only from foreplay, imagine how good being so full of his dick was gonna be.

you couldn’t wait.

you were letting out noises you didn’t even know you could make,

and he was barely getting started.

[xoxocher]

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

SUMMARY - josh has been unusually handsy all night–lingering touches and whispered jokes against your neck. it’s getting harder to tell if it’s just the alcohol...or if he’s finally giving into what you've both been pretending not to want.

PAIRING/SETTING - fem!reader x bsf!josh washington. no prank au (that timeline hurts too much). no use of y/n. 

WARNINGS - graphic sexual material (porn with plot basically), dubcon(ish?), strong language, & underage drinking.

W/C - 1,876

A/N - hey, hey, heyyy…i’m not exactly “new” to the game, but this is my first work on this page (how exciting)! a full-length josh x reader series is currently in its development stages. until then, enjoy my silly, sappy, smutty one shots ♥︎

joshua washington is a lot of things. persistent, loud-mouthed, and a bit perverted–but ohh does he know how to throw one hell of a party. you hate to admit it, but nothing hits quite like a washington house party at full tilt–too many bodies, not enough boundaries, and the absolute guarantee that you will wake up with glitter in places it should never be. there’s something euphoric about the filthy spectacle. 

you manage to make your way to the kitchen amidst the chaos, converse clinging to the tile drenched in sweat and spilt red solos. there was chris, mystery shot in hand–the two of you had developed this unspoken tradition over the years of ragers–you blithely accept his offer, throwing back the concoction. the faint taste of lemonade and lighter fluid burns the back of your throat. you’d think you’d have learned your lesson by now. you jet to the sink, running your tongue underneath the faucet before swishing and spitting. 

“gahh~ what the fuck is that?”

he brings a wagging finger up to your face, “ah-ah-ah, a magician never reveals his secrets.” 

“i’d hardly call that magic,” you retort, eyeing the empty glass. “eugh~” you shiver.

you reach for a paper towel, dabbing away the water that dribbles down your chin, when you feel an unmistakable shift in the air. 

“annnd there she is…” there stands josh washington in all his smug glory, leaning against the doorframe with a beer in hand and that shit-eating grin he wears like a trademark. “tsk, tsk, tsk–and to think i had faith you’d last at least 15 minutes before making such poor choices,” he tuts, stepping further into the kitchen. 

you don’t bother with formalities. “well you can blame chris and his shitty taste in alcohol.”

josh shoots him a finger gun, “doing god’s work, man.” 

chris brings his hands together in prayer, bowing before his best bro, “always a pleasure.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes, “ahem~ losers,” you cough out before turning on heel to make your escape.

suddenly, josh’s free hand is planted on the counter beside you, boxing you in–not enough to trap you, but just enough to make your breath hitch. “and just where do you think you’re going?” he questions, a tinge of devilry curling around his words. 

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this is a party josh. i’m going to dance, obviously,” you patronize.

he furrows his brows, eyes raking up and down your figure, tongue slowly swiping across his lips before perking up. “well, if that’s the case…” he starts, walking his fingers up your arm and down your spine, hands finding solace on your waist, “mind if i ride along?” 

the cool sweat from his bottle drips down your thigh, sending a slight shockwave through your body. you manage to steady your breathing, “not at all.” 

“sweet,” he spins you round, giving you a small push towards the door before turning back to chris to shoot him a two-finger salute.“peace-out cub scout.” 

as the two of you make your way through the sea of bodies, you become hopelessly aware of josh’s grip on your hips. sure, it wasn’t exactly out of character for josh to get a bit handsy with you, but this felt different, very different. “what has gotten into you tonight?” your tone is light, playful, but his touch caries an edge, far from innocent.  

he leans down—lips hovering mere centimeters from your neck—“mm~ wouldn’t you like to know?”

his breath is hot against your skin, laced with the sharp bite of booze. his tone, low and wanton, sends a pool of warmth to the pit of your stomach. what the hell is wrong with you? 

relief washes over you as you spot an opening in the crowd, a brief, fleeting escape from the dizzying heat of josh’s touch. you turn to face him, fingers sharply pressed into the skin of his forearms as he moves the pads of his fingers to brush over your ass. 

you suck in a breath, eyes now glued to the floor. “you keep touching me like that,” you stammer, just loud enough to be heard over the booming bass of the speakers, “people are gonna start talking.”

he chuckles, low and satisfied. “good. let ‘em.”

you narrow your gaze, half-expecting him to stumble, slur, do something to explain his sudden brazenness. this was new territory–for you, that is. josh washington flirted like it was sport, sure–but this? this felt…focused. intentional. like he had tunnel vision, and you were the prize at the end of it. 

he must be drunk, you tell yourself, a futile attempt at rationalizing his behavior. he brings his beer to his lips, taking a quick swig. a sly smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he swirls the bottle around. “second one,” he says, as if reading your mind. “i’m barely buzzed.” 

your stomach flips. 

so he’s not drunk. not even tipsy. which means every longing look, every teasing word–its all him. clear-headed and in total control. 

you must’ve zoned out for just a second too long–snapped back into reality by a rough tug on your waist as he pulls you in. he cocks his head to the side, “what’s wrong? you’d prefer i was?” he taunts. 

the air around you begins to thicken as the sound of your pounding chest fills your ears. 

“josh i-” you murmur, your voice becoming increasingly shaky as he presses his now painfully obvious hard-on against your body. “tell me to stop and i will, no questions asked.” his gaze doesn’t stray, steady and unflinching. 

you persistently shake your head, throat bobbing as you swallow, “no, don’t stop. please.” 

his pupils blow wide, the last shred of restraint flickering out like a snuffed candle.

“upstairs,” he rasps, “i’ll be up in a minute.”

“promise?” you question sweetly–god, what has he done to you? 

he takes your chin between his pointer and thumb, “ohh~ absolutely.” his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up with a sinful grin. “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

you make your way up to his bedroom, the familiar scent of his cologne floods your senses. you take in the charming mess before you, and for a brief moment, everything is still. your fingers graze over the soft fabric of his sheets as the door quietly clicks shut behind you. 

josh brings a swift hand up to your hip, swiveling you towards him, the other loosely fisting your hair. 

“miss me?”

you arch into him, positively aching. 

“i’ve got you,” he mutters against your skin, fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans.

your lips crash into his in a messy, hungry kiss. he tightens his grip onto your thigh, sweeping your other leg from underneath you, forcing you to stumble onto the bed. you gasp against his mouth as he grinds his erection against your clothed heat, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips. 

your hands roam over his chest, desperately twisting at the fabric of his shirt. he takes the hint, swiftly pulling it over his head and discarding it with the rest of his dirty laundry that lays in a pile on the floor. you follow suit, evening out the playing field–but not for long.

he undoes the button on your jeans, arms hooking around your legs as he peels them off. his lips never leave your skin for long–trailing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your inner thigh–until your legs are trembling beneath him and your voice is nothing more than a whisper of his name. 

“god, look at you,” he worships, gently thumbing over your clit. “so perfect for me.” you whine at his words, hips shamelessly lifting off the mattress. he chuckles at your desperation, “sooo needy.” he hooks his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down your figure at a painfully slow pace. he’s practically torturing you, and enjoying every second of it. 

“josh–please~” you breathlessly plead. there’s that stupid cheesy smile again, “well, since you asked so nicely…” he dips his tongue into your cunt with all the fervor of a starved man–drawing tight circles on your swollen clit as he coaxes you open. you bring a hand to his hair, tugging at the dark locks, your other grasps onto his navy sheets. his eyes never leave yours, drawing you further in as your climax grows closer. 

“fuck josh, 'm gonna-” 

you’re cut off by the wave of pleasure that crashes over you. 

he lifts his head, a string of spit connecting his swollen lips to your pussy. he runs his thumb along his chin–slick with a mixture of saliva and cum–before sucking it in and out his mouth with an obnoxious pop. it’s a vulgar sight, but the prettiest you’ve ever seen. “so sweet,” he smirks, before pulling you into a sloppy kiss. 

you fumble with the button on his jeans, dragging down his zipper with a satisfied sigh. “impatient much?” he teases, nipping at your bottom lip. you let out a whimper, “mhm~” josh groans, low and guttural, “jesus christ, you’re something else.” he pulls a condom out of his back pocket before hurriedly kicking off the denim. he removes his gray boxers–now stained with precum–soon after, simultaneously tearing at the foil with his teeth and rolling the rubber onto his length. 

fuck he’s big. you’re practically gawking, almost wincing at the thought of taking all of him. 

he recognizes the hesitation in your eyes, brushing his thumb back and forth over your cheek. his tone is soft, but his words send a fiery heat to your core, “you’re okay, you can take it baby. be so good for me.” 

you let out a breathy moan as he rubs the tip of his dick through your soaked folds. he begins to push into you, slowly, inch by inch. your moans quickly turn to choked sobs. the stretch stings, but if it doesn’t hurt so. fucking. good. 

“atta girl, let me hear all those pretty noises.” your walls flutter around his cock at the praise. “ohh fuck~” he sputters–head dropping at the sensation–“yeah, squeeze me just like that baby.” 

you bring your legs up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into you, nails clawing down his back at the erratic pace. the sounds of slapping skin and your broken moans–now borderline pornographic–fill the room, drowning out the party just below you. he finds a delicious rhythm, each snap of his hips pushing you closer to the edge. 

“m’fuck josh, please” you plead as he wraps a hand around your throat, giving it a light squeeze. “yeah? ya like that? so-fuck-hot.” your eyes roll back as you are overcome with ecstasy. “come on baby, be a good girl and cum on my dick.” 

with that, you come undone–melting into the mattress as josh continues to use your pussy as his own. he follows just behind you, spilling into the condom with a few more thrusts. he collapses next to you, flushed and fully fucked out. he’s never looked better. 

“best. pussy. ever.” you giggle at your new superlative, but not before reaching for a pillow to smother him with. 

still a total loser.

© 2025 xoxocher | don’t copy, repost, or translate my work

[inchesinbetweenus]

Daybreak (series) - One Year Ago

pairing: josh washington x fem!reader

warnings: mention of head trauma, mentions and descriptions of death serial killers, gore, anxiety, panic, and fire.

word count: approx. 3.5k

genre: thriller romance

summary: What if Josh wasn't the psycho? What if a real serial killer was hiding on the mountain? Would your favorite group of teens survive two real threats?

You've been friends with Chris since you were young, and when Josh came along, the three of you were inseparable. You've been invited to Blackwood Pines, the Washingtons' lodge, for the weekend. Expecting a good time to enjoy winter break and quality time with your friends, never would you have imagined it'd end with a police investigation.

One year later, Josh invites you all back up on the anniversary of his sisters' disappearances. You agree, but only because you want to be there for Josh. Otherwise, you'd never step foot in that place again. The Washington boy insists that it's safe now, but your gut tells you differently.

Will you make it to the end? Or will you be one of those the group tells the police about with tears in their eyes?

A tiny butterfly flapping its wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now. The smallest decision can dramatically change the future. Psychology wasn’t your first pick that semester; something easier seemed more fitting for a first-year. Not something quite so introspective. There were positives, though. For example, Joshua Washington, one of your best friends, was in that class. Hence why, you were currently seated at a large granite kitchen island in the Blackwood Pines Lodge, a ski lodge on a mountain owned by the Washingtons. Technically, you were supposed to have a weekend getaway to celebrate the new year, but your grade was beginning to slip lower than you’d like. 

“No wayyy,” The male voice whined, a voice you knew too well. “Homework? Seriously, [Name], that’s so lame.” 

You looked up at the teasing blond. Your eyes rolled as Chris walked up to your kitchen spot. His boots tracked in snow, his hair and jacket wet from the melting ice. He grabbed a handful of chips from a bowl you had set out for a snack.  Josh walked in behind him. His brown hair was tucked under a white knitted beanie, his ears peeking out and slightly red. Playfully shoving Chris’s shoulder,  Josh came to your rescue. 

“Give her a break,” The older boy chuckled. “Our professor has been up her ass about turning in this assignment before Monday.”

“Which is tomorrow.” You popped a chip into your mouth, “I don’t have any other time to do it.”

Chris sighed in solidarity, “Major bummer, dude.” 

“Tell me about it.” You flipped the page of your textbook, but at least the worst of it was done.

Josh came up behind you, hands gripping your shoulders in an attempt to massage the tense muscles. 

“But she’ll finish by the time pizza gets here, right?” 

Your head rolled back slightly as Josh rubbed your shoulders, a sigh releasing. You tried to ignore the way your skin pricked under his touch. The warmth of his hands, along with their methodical movements, completely melted away the built-up stress. This wasn’t the first time, so he knew exactly how to help. 

“Oh definitely.” Your hand pointed to the document on your laptop: “I’m almost done with the essay questions.”

“Those were easy, you’ve got this.” With a final pat, Josh pulled his hands away from your shoulders. “I had it done in a night.”

“This stuff is totally your thing, of course you did.”

Chris laughed at the two of you. You had been pining over each other for years. The blonde is often caught between the two of you, hearing confessions from each party. Never to each other, of course. You both valued your friendship more than indulging in any “childish crush” (Chris knew it was much more than that). 

He couldn’t recall exactly when it started, but he was sure Josh fell first. 

If he had to guess, it was probably at the beginning of high school. The three of you had met in third grade. You were Chris’s neighbor, and he introduced you to Josh when the older male came to a playdate. Since then, you three have been inseparable. A friendship not many find. Even in high school, when you drifted into different social circles, you still found time for each other. You all worked together very well, contrasting each other yet fitting together perfectly. It seemed a miracle, and Chris couldn’t be happier with his best friends, except when they remained painfully stubborn about their feelings for each other. Chris loved playing matchmaker, but you both refused to humor the idea. 

It was moments like this, the two of you teetering on the edge of romantic affection, that Chris wanted to burst with all the secrets of feelings he had been entrusted with. He knew better than that. You’d both hate him forever, and it wouldn’t be as satisfying as if you two found each other yourselves. So here he found himself again, stuck between you two. A knowing smile grew on his face.

Between the massage, the gentle hum of the refrigerator, and the lack of proper sleep last night, you could practically fall asleep. Alas, you had an assignment to complete. Opening your eyes,  you caught the smug look on Chris’s face and had to suppress an eye-roll. Your fingers fidgeted with your pen. Your own grin growing on your face.

“So where’s this firewood you two went out to go get?” You raised an eyebrow at the two empty-handed boys. 

Chris’s smirk was wiped straight off his face, and Josh hung his shoulders dejectedly. Both let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“We couldn’t find the axe.” Chris admitted. 

To add to their embarrassment, you snorted. You were trying to stifle a laugh; it failed terribly. It was now your turn to be shoved by Josh.

“I’d like to see you try and look for that thing.” 

“I probably could, knowing you two.” 

Chris shook his head. “An animal probably ran off with it.” 

You turned towards Chris with a perplexed expression. A slight glance to your side showed Josh doing the same thing. 

“Or an axe murderer!” He continued, now with the tone of someone telling a ghost story.

“There isn’t anyone else on the mountain, Chris.” You corrected, wanting to shove any idea of there being a threat out the window. 

“Actually-” Josh began.

Your head whipped towards the brunette. “What? Your dad said we were the only ones here.” 

“Hey, hey, let me finish.” Josh chuckled at your paranoia, “There was this guy who told my parents not to build this place. It’s on indigenous land, 'belongs to nature' or whatever he said.” Josh shook his head, “A nutjob.”

An unsure silence hung in the air. You and Chris shared an unsettled expression.

“..But he doesn’t live here, right?” Chris asked, his voice wavering for just a second.

“If he does, nobody’s found him. My parents had rangers sweep the mountain and they couldn’t find any evidence of him currently living here.” Josh shrugged before leaning back against the cabinet behind him. His arms crossed as he rested there. “I seriously doubt it. It’s brutal out there.”

You found some comfort in his words, but a bit of paranoia couldn’t help but creep in. Like a scary story, someone told you as a kid that still hangs over you as an adult. One that still keeps you wary of your open closet door at night.

A shiver ran up your spine as you turned back to your laptop. Chris shook off the goosebumps, pricking the back of his neck. Before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door beside you three. 

“Hey! Let us in; we’ve got the pizza.” Beth’s voice yelled from the other side. She had gone with Mike, Emily, and Jessica to get the pizza. The three could’ve figured it out independently, but Beth didn’t want to risk them getting lost.  

“Hurry, I’m freezing my tits off out here.” Emily added from behind him.

Josh laughed at the comment as he pushed off the counter he was leaning on. 

“Finished with that assignment, [Name]?” A fleck of teasing in his words.

“Yes, actually.” You typed in the last few words of your completely bullshit attempt at the assignment. It would work, but it was definitely the bare minimum. Your usual in that class. 

“Good timing.” Josh grinned at you as he opened the door for the group.

❄❄❄

You squinted your eyes as you peered out the kitchen window. You tried your best to see Beth as she took out the trash, but the snow and the window’s glare made it difficult to see at night. Seeing her successfully dump the garbage, you focused back on the dishes. Hannah worked behind you, collecting more trash left around the room.

“Thanks for doing the dishes, [Name].” Hannah smiled at you. 

You turned to return the smile at the younger girl. Hannah and Beth were like little sisters to you. They were close with their brother, so naturally, they were close to you. They loved having an older girl to talk to whenever you came over. Josh’s family truly felt like part of your own. Another reason you couldn’t bring yourself to admit your feelings. You couldn’t risk losing them all.

“Of course, Han.” You dried a dish. “The others didn’t seem like much help.”

The rest of the group had gone upstairs, suspiciously all together. You were slightly confused by their giggles as you had watched them all ascend the stairs earlier, but you brushed it off as just teenage antics. It’s not like they would do any real harm. 

Hannah laughed at your comment, “They’re our guests, [Name]. I wouldn’t ask them to do that.”

“You’re too nice. They left such a mess in the kitchen. Should’ve made one of the guys take out the trash.” A grin spread across your face as you eyed Hannah reading a note on her laptop, “Like Mike⁓.”

Hannah’s face burned red at the mention of her little crush. You couldn’t help but giggle at her. She glanced down at her note before looking up at you. Her face was scrunched in an expression of confusion. You had turned back to the dishes, the warm water running down your hands. 

“Do you know something?” Hannah asked, a fleck of hope in her voice.

“I’m just teasing you, Hannah.” Your hands squeezed the blue dish soap out of the sponge. “I will say though, Mike doesn’t seem to happy with Emily.” You looked at Hannah over your shoulder. “Maybe he’s waiting for someone to come save him from being a lapdog his whole life.”

You felt bad for Hannah. She often beat herself up over her crush on Mike. Believing she wasn’t good enough or pretty enough for him. You knew it was the opposite, but she was too determined to pursue him. Sometimes, you would give into her delusions; hope kept people going. That was one of the few things you learned from your Psychology class. It wasn’t all bad.

“Maybe…” Hannah looked up at you with a bright smile, a look of excitement in her eyes. “[Name] can I borrow some of your makeup?”

The random question caused you to raise an eyebrow at the teen. “Sure, it’s in the guest bedroom next to Josh’s- but why?” 

Hannah had run up the stairs the second she heard you say yes. “Thank you, [Name]! You’re the best!” Her hurried escape left you even more confused. 

A sigh fell from your lips as you returned to finish the last dishes. The crackling of the fire filled the room as Hannah had turned off the music on her laptop. The rushing water of the faucet and the gentle scrubbing of the dishes were ironically peaceful from how it had been ten minutes prior. Beth’s entry into the lodge broke the quiet. She kicked the snow off her boots before stepping onto the hardwood. She took more care than most of them did. Her coat was hung next to the door, and Beth walked towards you in the kitchen. 

“Where’s Hannah?” She asked, noticing her twin’s absence.

You could only offer her a shrug, “Ran upstairs asking for my makeup. I don’t know what got into her.”

Beth shook her head with a sigh. She loved her sister, but she could be painfully naive sometimes. Beth often worried for her, knowing others would take advantage of her. 

“Does anyone ever know what she does?”

You laughed, knowing she was right. “At least she’s already smarter about drinking than her brother. Josh is wasted.” Your elbow pointed toward Chris and Josh, sleeping on the sofas. The twins had moved him to a comfier place to sleep than the kitchen counter. How he managed to crash there, nobody knew. 

“Everyone is smarter than Josh about drinking.” Beth made the jab at her brother. If he was awake, he would’ve retorted with something about Beth’s friend choices or music taste. But he wasn’t, so she enjoyed the silence that followed her insult. 

“Touché.”

Beth walked over to the sofas where the older boys slept. She chuckled at Josh’s sleeping face. Her hands reached out towards the fire, letting it warm her up. She turned around, catching a glance at Chris’s face. It was covered in drawings and squiggles. Another soft laugh left her lips as she got a closer look. 

“Who did that to Chris?” She asked you as you exited the kitchen. You had finished with the dishes and decided it would be good to help Beth get Josh and Chris in order. They still had their shoes on as they lay on the furniture. 

“Oh, that?” You rolled your eyes, but a smile pulled at your lips. “Emily and Jessica found a marker and couldn’t resist.” You had watched the group torment the sleeping blonde while you were preoccupied trying to keep Josh from falling off his chair. It was moments of childish pranks like those that you were glad you hadn’t aged out of yet. 

Beth laughed at the image of Emily and Jessica drunkenly drawing on Chris’s face. 

“Hope it’s not permanent.”

“I think it is.” You winced Beth, following suit. 

You moved over to the sofa, where Josh was currently asleep on. The warmth of the fire hummed against your skin even at this distance. Eyebrows scrunching as you saw Josh’s snow boots touching the leather sofa.

“Of course his boots are still on,” You thought, cringing at the mud drying on the leather.

Your hands carefully lifted Josh’s feet, giving you space to sit at the edge of the furniture. Resting his feet on your lap, you began carefully untieing his snow boots. The male squirmed under your touch, mumbling something incoherent. You and Beth shared a chuckle.

“They’re so gone.” She shook her head.

Beth pushed herself off the floor. The faint blue glow of Hannah’s laptop caught her eye. The music was turned off, but she had left it on? Beth stepped around the discarded beer bottles and cans on the floor. She made a mental note to pick those up later. Before Beth reached the laptop, she caught a glimpse of something moving outside. She could’ve sworn it was a person, but reason wanted to say otherwise.

“Hey, did you see that? Dad said it would just be us this weekend… Josh?”

“He’s out cold.” You rolled your eyes at how dead asleep he was. You tried poking at his side, a spot he was always ticklish. Nothing. “What’d you see, Beth?” 

The brunette shook her head, “It was probably nothing.”

As she got closer to Hannah’s laptop, Beth realized there was a note resting on it.

“What’s this?” She said to herself, reaching for the paper. It was blank on one side, but on the other was a message.

‘Hannah, 

You look so damn hot in that shirt… bet you’re even hotter out of it. 

Come to the guest room at 2:00 am ;)

Mike’

Beth shook her head as she read it. It was obviously not Mike’s handwriting, and Hannah should’ve known that. 

“You said Hannah ran upstairs for your makeup earlier?”

You looked up, slipping Josh’s other boot off his foot. Your head tilted at her question.

“Yeah, why?”

Beth let out a sigh, “Oh my god. What’d our naive sister get into now?”

“What do you mean?” You tapped Josh’s shins as you finished removing his boots. He snuggled into the sofa. Pushing his legs off your lap, you stood. You waited for Beth’s response, but unfortunately, she wouldn’t be the one to tell you what happened.

Someone ran past the kitchen window you had previously been watching Beth out of. The blur of the person made it difficult for you to see from a distance, but Beth knew precisely who it was.

“Hannah?” The teen exclaimed after seeing her sister running into the woods alone. She turned to you for a moment as she grabbed her jacket. “[Name], wake up Josh!” Beth’s voice raised in alarm. 

Footsteps down the stairs rang loudly around the once quiet room as the rest of the group came running down the stairs. Sam was leading the group with a concerned look on her face. 

“Where’d she go?” Sam asked Beth, concern weaved in every word.

“She’s outside! What’s going on?” Beth ran past them all outside, shoving past Matt. “Where’s she going?” 

You had been trying to shake Josh awake but to no avail. He was out cold. Unfortunately, he was the one who knew the woods the best. Looks like you were going to be the “adult” in this situation. Fuck. Anxiety and adrenaline were already pricking at your skin. 

“Come on, Josh. You need to wake up this time.” A sigh escaped your mouth as you realized it was pointless. Everyone is now outside.

“It was just a prank, Han.” You heard Emily yell out. This time, the eye-roll could not be suppressed. Of course. They’d pulled one of their stupid jokes. But Hannah wasn’t laughing this time. None of us were. She was often the one being pranked as she was so trusting. This time, it seemed the prank went too far. 

You searched around the room for your boots. The silence was no longer peaceful but eerie. You quickly tied them on, wishing you could be physically faster than you were. Your fingers burned as the fabric of the thick laces scratched against your skin. Ashley rushed into the room, looking for you. 

“[Name]! Beth ran after Hannah. Sam’s going to look but we don’t want her to get lost.”

You sharply inhaled. You already knew Beth would try to go after her sister. Beth was always protective of her twin and vice versa. They were inseparable. 

“I’ll go. I know the woods better than any of you guys. If we don’t come back in ten minutes, call the police.” Your hands grabbed your jacket, slipping it on as you rushed towards the doors. 

The teens all stood, looking in the direction the girls ran. 

“Where’d they go?” You asked, looking at the different openings into the woods. 

“Hannah ran in that direction, and Beth followed. She’s calling after her, so you might be able to find them,” Sam responded quickly, providing helpful information. 

“Okay, I’ll try to find them. If we’re not back in ten minutes you need to call the police.” 

Sam nodded, the others remaining silent. The consequences of their actions become very sobering. 

You kept walking in the direction they pointed, “Please try to wake Josh and Chris. They’ll know better where Hannah could’ve gone.”

Ashley and Matt pushed back into the lodge, tasking themselves with waking the older boys. The rest of the group was growing anxious, but you paid no mind to them now. Hannah and Beth were your priorities. 

“Beth! Hannah! Where are you guys?” You yelled as you got further into the woods.

It was dark and windy. The once serenely quiet snowy forest grew into something sinister. The shadows of the trees seemed to grow pointed. Your footsteps and the harsh wind drowned out the silence. Even with your boots and jacket, you were cold. You couldn’t imagine how Hannah felt without them. Your lungs burned as you ran. The harsh air, also low in oxygen, made this harder than you had thought. But you had to find them. You had to.

Further down the path, you had spotted Beth’s footprints in the show. The snow was fresh and powdery, which meant it was starting to blow away in the wind. You were running behind, running out of time. You blinked away the snow that blew into your eyes. Soon, you came across a fork in the road. The wind had blown away the footsteps; you couldn’t tell which ones were Beth’s and what was just the texture of the snow. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Your breath fogged as you spoke, the cloud blowing away in the wind. This damn wind. You cursed whatever controlled the weather before picking the path on the left. Some remnants of footprints remained on that path, so you stuck with it.

“Beth! Hannah!” You screamed out for the twins, praying you’d hear them call back. You never did. No matter how many times you screamed and cried for the girls. Their response never came. What you did find was a herd of elk. They startled you as you ran down the path. Falling back, you let out a gasp. You spooked them, so they backed off. You continued to run through, but the woods got thicker and darker. You pulled your phone out of one of the jacket’s pockets. With your fingers freezing from the cold, you found it difficult to type your passcode. 

“Come on- come on!” You pleaded through gritted teeth. Eventually, you were able to get the flashlight on. It lit up the dense foliage, allowing you a better look at the forest. The white snow made the light extra bright, almost blinding. You squinted at first as your eyes got used to the light.

“Hannah!” You paused, waiting for a response. Nothing. “Beth!” Silence.

Your heart pounded so loud you doubted you’d hear them even if they called back.  You pressed on, running along the path even further. You didn’t want to veer from it too far in hopes of not getting lost. The cold pierced through your jeans, chilling you to the bone. You ran on, unaware of the danger ahead. A rock came hurtling from the trees, making a nauseating crack sound against the back of your head. Your vision went white as you stumbled to the floor. You gasped for air as your body paused. Your face pressed into the snow, and your head felt warm and heavy. You lay there, hearing something in the woods beside you. You glanced around, but your vision was hazy. You saw the orange glow of a fire and an earsplitting screech. Whatever made the sound in the bushes had run off further down the path. There was a person beside you now; you could hear him. 

“Fucking kids.” He mumbled, placing a hand on your back. “She’s still breathing, she’ll make it.”

You found fighting off the sleep that wanted to overtake your body harder. Your eyelids grew heavy, and the snow felt almost warm. Your mind seemed to lull you to sleep, admitting it might be safe to rest here.  The world faded to black. Sam’s scream ripped through the void. 

“[Name]!”

And then nothing.

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💊 Joshua Washington x fem!Reader headcanons Tarologue 📹

Joshua didn't believe in tarot cards, but he watched with curiosity as you read for his sisters. Sometimes you offered to lay out the cards for him, but he refused, laughing and saying that he did not believe in it. He was watching for only two reasons. He could use tarot cards in some movie and he liked to watch the movements of your hands. Your hands seemed to work real miracles

After Hannah and Beth disappeared, you often came to him to support him. A few weeks after his sisters disappeared, he asked you to lay out your tarot cards again. He asked you to contact his sisters with their help or find out where they are, but you couldn't do it. You tried your best to help him, but the cards gave rather strange answers. You couldn't quite figure out what exactly they meant. You did the card layouts several times on different days, but the answers of the cards did not change. After each unsuccessful attempt to find out the answers to the questions, he only felt worse and worse, but he kept asking you to ask the cards a question

Josh started spending time with you all the time. He hoped that one day the cards would give answers to his questions. But the more days passed since the disappearance of his sisters, the less he hoped for it. Sometimes you laid out the cards, trying to find out how to help Joshua. When he asked you to go to the mountains with him, you agreed, not wanting to leave him alone. You tried to ignore the disturbing alignment of cards that you received the day before, not even suspecting how dangerous this trip would be

You felt restless in the mountains. You didn't know what exactly caused this feeling, but when you were on the street, your anxiety only became stronger. You couldn't find Joshua, and when Chris said he was dead, you felt panic. This shouldn't have happened. You felt that something was wrong. And when you saw the creatures that lived in the mountains, you realized that they were the reason why you felt anxious. But all you wanted was to save Joshua, who was one of your closest people

Your hands were shaking when you shuffled the cards. You were hoping they'd help you find out what happened to Josh. You've laid out the cards several times already, but the resulting card layouts scared you. You hoped that the cards were not telling you the truth, but for all the time that you were doing tarot card reading, you learned one simple thing. You've learned that cards never lie. They may not answer, but they have never lied

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MASTERLIST

NOTE: This is sorted out by DATE. So the FIRST ONE is the OLDEST FIC I got. Thanks :D

MARVEL: 

|| Out Dancing || James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes x Reader || || Pick Up Lines || Loki x Reader || || Now Your Turn || Steve Grant Rogers/Capt. America x Reader || || Rain Cuddles || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || || Awkward Mornings || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x reader || || Scars || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || || Mutation Practice || Erik Lehnsherr x Reader || || What If || Sean Cassidy / Banshee x Reader || || First Dates || Hank McCoy x Reader || || Daddy’s Here || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || || Don’t You Dare || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader ||  || Not This Time || Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Reader || || Worried || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || || Breathe || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || MENTIONS OF ANXIETY  || Ow... || Hank McCoy x Reader || || Lazy Days || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || || What’s Mexican for Happy Birthday? || Deadpool x Reader || Komm Nach Hause || Erik Lehnsherr x Reader || || Already Done || Erik Lehnsherr x Reader || || Poking || Deadpool x Reader || || Flirt Induced Pranks || Peter Maximoff x Reader || || Surprise || Sam Wilson / Falcon x Reader || SMUT  Wade Wilson / Deadpool || DRABBLE  Clint Barton / Hawkeye || DRABBLE  Steven Grant Rogers / Capt. America || DRABBLE  Clint Barton / Hawkeye #2 || DRABBLE  Wade Wilson / Deadpool || DRABBLE  Child! Peter Parker || DRABBLE  Sam Wilson || DRABBLE Sam Wilson || IMAGINE || Unconditionally || Erik Lehnsherr x Reader || || Different || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader || || One More Present || Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Reader || || I Will || Wade Wilson / Deadpool x Reader | DRABBLE  || Family May End In Blood || Maximoff Twins x Reader || DRABBLE || Tired || Erik Lehnsherr x Reader || Wade Wilson / Deadpool || DRABBLE  || Love || Charles Xavier x Reader ||

THE HOBBIT:

|| Night Watching || Fili x Reader || || Sleep || Fili x Reader || 

HETALIA

|| Promise || Soldier! America x Soldier! Reader ||

CHRONICLE: 

|| Camera || Andrew Detmer x Reader || || Support Given || Andrew Detmer x Reader ||

SUPERNATURAL:

|| Bakery Visits || Gabriel x Reader || || Any Time || Gadreel x Reader ||

THE MAZE RUNNER:

|| A Shuck Competition || Minho x Reader || || Back From The Maze || Minho x Reader || SMUT 

NIGHT IN THE MUSEUM:

Dating Ahkmenhrah || HEADCANON  Nicky Daley || IMAGINE 

UNTIL DAWN 

Joshua Washington || MENTIONS OF KILLING; VIOLENCE || DRABBLE 

HARRY POTTER: 

|| Always || Fred Weasley x Reader ||

HOUSE OF ANUBIS:

Jerome Clarke || IMAGINE 

NARNIA:

|| Lucky || Edmund Pevensie x Reader || || Developed On A Ship || Edmund Pevensie x Pirate! Reader ||

STAR WARS:

|| Walking Away || Ben Solo Kylo Ren x Reader || || Comfort || Lt. Dopheld Mitaka x Admiral! Reader  || Music In The Background || Finn / FN-2187 x Reader || SMUT || See || Lt. Dopheld Mitaka x Reader || Modern AU

STRANGER THINGS:

|| Movie + Pizza + Bowling || Nancy Wheeler x Reader || || Well That Escalated Quickly || Steve Harrington x Reader || SMUT  || From The Upside Down || Nancy Wheeler x Fem! Reader ||  || The Younger Harrington || Dustin Henderson x Younger Sister! Harrington! Reader || 

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Bathroom Intruders

Another Josh story! This one contains smut, and since there's been a long time since the last I mentioned it, I'll do it now. My blog is 18+, and there's several causes for this. I'd appreciate if minors kept away.

Anyways, enjoy this story. Many liked the "Never have I Ever" (link here!) story, and this is basically a prequel. In the original fic, there's mentioned that Josh and reader had sex in Chris's bathroom, so that's how this will go. Hope you like it! <3

Word count: 2,8k (unedited)

Hiii, could you write the time when reader and Josh had an action in the bathroom at Chris house? In "Never have I ever..." was this topic. And I love your work! And sorry if my english isn't perfect but i hope you know what I mean with this request 😭💞 - @amsliajskxkxkx

I lean back in the car seat, letting Josh steer the vehicle freely, not being in the way. I guess this was enough teasing for one day. And judging by his very visible boner, he needed some downtime until we got to Chris’s. Ashley was meeting us there for a game-night. Snacks, soda and talking. We all had classes the day after, so alcoholic drinks were out of the question. 

“So, when are we planning on telling the group?” I ask, looking over at him. Despite his situation, he’s relaxed. Leaned back, one hand on the wheel. His shirt rolled up to his elbows. 

“When do you think we should?” 

“I don’t know” I admit. We’ve been going at it for so long now, it almost feels wrong to burst the bubble now. 

“We can still wait a bit, after all, we still have some stuff we need to figure out” 

“We do?”

“Yeah” 

I turn to him, noticing the edge of his lips curling upwards while he struggles to stop it. He gives me a quick side-glance to check if I’m still watching. 

“What stuff are you referring to?” He clears his throat, one hand stroking his thigh impatiently. 

“Well, you know…”

“I don’t know” 

“We haven't tried all the positions yet” 

I can’t help the laugh that bursts out. He smiles, having been holding onto this joke for at least a couple of minutes. 

“And how long have you waited to give me that reply?” 

“Ten minutes” 

I give him a nudge, a small hit on his arm. He doesn’t mind, still not being able to contain his laughter. 

“Do you know how many positions there are? We’ll be dead before we try them all”

“Yeah, yeah” 

He drives into the parking space, turning the car off and sighing loudly. I look to the entrance, trying to see if the door is unlocked. But it’s too far away. 

“You wouldn’t mind doing it right now?” He asks, voice a bit rugged and breathless. 

“In the car?” 

“Mhm?” 

“I don’t think making Ashley witness this when she walks past is going to be the best way to get the news out” 

“Okay, then I guess we’re waiting a couple of minutes to go inside” 

We wait, and after about seventy seconds, I break the silence. 

“Funny thing is, we would’ve been done by now” I tease, trying to hide my smile. He furrows his brows, a finger coming up to state something. 

“Hey, that was one time, and I had a pretty rough day!” 

“If you say so” 

“I do” 

“Mhm” 

I give a small laugh, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss against his lips before taking off my seat belt. 

“I’m messing with you” 

“We all know you love doing that” he sighs, leaning forward to capture my lips one more time. I break it off, putting my own finger against his lips. 

“Hey, we wouldn’t have been together if I didn’t mess with you. I was the one who made this happen” 

He grabs my finger in his hand, dragging me towards him to meet my lips yet again, the kiss tender and passionate. 

“I’ll let you believe that” 

My hands start to wander, feeling up his chest, one hand going behind his neck to pull him closer. He unbuckles his seat belt, giving himself more room to move. I lean more over, a little surprised when he pushes the seat back. I pull a little away looking over his flustered face. 

“You sly fox, you wanted to get in the mood” I whisper, looking through his tactics. 

“Well, you’ve told me what turns you on, I’m just doing it” 

A loud knock on the window interrupts us both, and I let out a shriek while he jumps. I turn around, seeing Ashley outside, beanie and a warm puffy jacket. 

“Open the window!!!” She shouts, her voice sounding through it. I oblige, rolling it down and letting her peek her head in. 

“Why aren’t you inside yet? And why is Josh’s seat leaning all the way back?” She asks, giving us both a sceptical look. 

“Something’s wrong with it, Josh was getting some a couple of days ago, and the girl messed with the settings. He can’t get the seat up again” I lie, giving him a small smile. 

“Gosh, Josh, I know you’re a serial dater, but at the expense of your car? Isn’t that taking it a tad too far?” she asks, obviously judging him. He looks at me, ever so discreetly giving me a sour pout. 

“Um, I guess she just really liked my car” 

“Sometimes, it just amazes me how freaky you can be Josh, and not in the good way” she shakes her head, standing up outside the door. I look over to him again, talking loud enough so Ash can hear everything as well. 

“Yeah Joshy, you know what a bed is? Maybe you should try using that instead? It’s a little cheaper to wreak” 

I try to contain my laugh, making sure that she can’t see me aggressively biting my lips to stop myself. 

“You’re gonna get back for this” he whispers, opening up his door and walking out. I do the same, greeting my homegirl with a big hug. 

“Anyways, have you been at Chris’s new place yet?” I ask curiously. She may have, and we all know nothing has or will happen with them at this rate, but it’s still a good chance. 

“No, he’s come over to me a couple of times, but he always said that he wanted to get his furniture moved first, getting everything sorted and things like that”

“Ahh, okay” 

We all walk over to the door, glad to find it unlocked. We make our way inside, yelling his name. A loud crash makes us stop in our tracks, everyone looking at each other. 

“Chris?” 

“I’m okay!” 

The coats are left in the hallway, and Ashley starts walking quickly to the kitchen. Josh and I walk right behind her, hurrying to see what the fuss is about. On the ground is a bowl, luckily unharmed. 

“See? These things are as sturdy as me” 

“You’re a lucky guy” Ashley comments, bending down and picking the bowl up. I walk over, taking two of the many things he’s balancing in my hands. Josh comes up behind me, front brushing against my back, mouth being a little too close to my chin as he leans over to grab a couple of other things from the blonde. 

“Cochise, we need a tour, don’t you think?” 

“Maybe after we’ve put these things down” I remind him, everyone standing awkwardly on the kitchen floor. 

“Move, move!” The boys urge, making Ashley and I hurry out. We walk further into the apartment. I take in every detail. He’s certainly made this place pretty, plants, decor, space… He knew what he was doing when picking out matching furniture and placing them around. I wonder how much time this took him. We arrive in the living room, couch, coffee table and a big open space. His console is connected to the tv, already playing the familiar intro music. 

“Well, I’ve been in Josh’s nasty sex car so I’ll go wash my hands” I declare, giving the guy a small punch. He gives me a sour expression, while Chris asks Ashley about it, and she starts explaining Josh’s fake encounter. 

“Maybe I also should go do that, and you know, murder someone as well” Josh whispers, leaving the two behind. I find my way to the bathroom. The space shimmers in dim gold lighting. The room is clean, with a big sink and countertop. Before I can shut the door, a hand slithers in between the gap, stopping it from closing. Of course I know him by just his hand. Tan, veiny, big… 

“Hey, now these people think badly of me” he complains, shoving himself through the gap and locking the door behind him. 

“They think of you like they always have Josh, don’t you remember when you used to be like that?” 

“I’m a changed man!” 

“I know you are, I’m messing with you! Sorry, if you want to let them know about it now, you’re free to do so, again, sorry” I say, a little breathless. I didn’t know this would affect him in this way. He rolls his eyes a bit, voice louder as he continues speaking. 

“But that’s the point, we can’t let them know yet” 

“And why not?” 

“Because all of them will think I’m just messing with you!” He’s in my face, all up against me, breathing heavily while I soften. I don’t know what to say, his outburst conjuring a mixture of feelings I can’t differentiate right now. 

“What?” I whisper, confusion taking over. Messing with me? 

“We all know how I used to be, and you were the major switch which changed everything, but… I just know, many of them will be disappointed by me, because they think that this is another one of my flings and everyone will take sides when it’s over and-”

“Hey, hey, calm down” I try, hand coming up to his face. His heart is beating rapidly, chest heaving with each breath. 

“Calm down” I soothe, placing a small, tender kiss on his lips. His arms go around me, holding on tightly as if I’m supposed to disappear. 

“We said that if this doesn’t work out, we’ll still be friends, right? No need for anyone to take sides” 

“I don’t want this to end” He whispers, one hand going to my head, tangling in my hair. 

“Neither do I” I counter, pulling back to look at him, eyes glossy as he looks down on my lips. 

“Then why are we talking about it like it’s going to happen?”

“I-I… I don’t know” 

He captures my lips in his, first carefully, but then puts more pressure. I lose my balance a little, taking a step back to make sure I don’t fall. He continues forward, making me walk backwards all the way to the empty, clean counter, my back hitting the hard material. 

“This… I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you” 

“Neither can I” I whimper back, his lips finding their way to my neck, kissing and sucking all over. 

“Josh…” 

“Mmm?” 

“We’re at Chris’s place, in his bathroom” I give a loud moan, and Josh’s hand quickly flies up to cover my mouth. 

“Yes we are, and that’s why you need to be quiet” He smiles, and I nod while his fingers slowly slide their way down to my pants. 

He continues ravaging my lips with his, efficiently working on unbuttoning my pants at the same time. I lean back a little, making it easier for him. He drags the fabric down my legs and off my feet, hands feeling up my thighs. I tug on his shirt, making him let go of my lips for a couple of seconds so I can drag it over his head, throwing it on the floor. He helps me off with my top, pulling it over my head before he starts kissing me again, hands going to his pants to take them off. 

I feel myself heat up, panties getting wetter in anticipation. A small clank sounds, his belt hitting the tile floor as he walks into me, pulling my body to the edge of the counter. I feel his hardness against my heat, begging to be let inside. I grab the hem of his boxers, pulling at the fabric. He groans and I let out a shush sound, reminding him of our location. He pulls my panties off impatiently, hand going to my back, making me lean over the edge, barely hanging onto the counter. I’m already dripping, waiting for him to enter me. He looks up questioningly, and I give a slight nod. 

Before I know it, he slams into me, full length testing my limits. I scream out, but he already expects it, having his hand over my mouth as he pounds in and out. The combination of pleasure and pain is astonishing, every feeling mixing together in my stomach, making me dizzy and whimpery. 

With his other hand, he takes hold of my waist, making me turn around, feet falling down on the floor again, my upper body bent over the counter. The coldness of the stone gives me goosebumps, and I try pulling myself up a bit, seeing him as a pantining mess behind me in the mirror. His hand is still over my mouth, making muffled moans and whimpers come out, while he tries to lower his tones as much as possible. I feel his fingers move over to my stomach, pulling me back with both arms. He holds me almost in the air, his front pressed into my back, already a bit sweaty. His head leans over my shoulder, rapid breaths as he keeps up the pace. Making me stand up makes him reach even further, hitting my cervix with every thrust. His fingers move down to my clit, rubbing circles and causing a number of sounds to erupt from my mouth. I can’t help it, the extreme mixture of simulations combined with the pain and sight. 

“You see that? Look at yourself, t-this, it’ll last, you got that?” 

I nod my head, and he smiles as he leans down, kissing my neck. The wet touches are massive contrasts to how he fucks me, roughly and over the top, each part connected in different ways. 

I start nearing my edge, tension building up in my lower stomach as I try to keep quiet. He’s nearing his end too, his grip loosening around me, unable to keep it. His hand goes from my mouth to my breast, groping harshly. I fight the urge to scream, my voice stopping in my throat. 

“And now, when you come, don’t you dare make another sound” 

I can’t even not, finally reaching my high and breathing out. I’m hyper focused on my voice, keeping my mouth shut as I let out small whimpers. He rides me through it, pounding faster and harder as he reaches his own, pulling out and coming all over my ass and back. I feel the hot liquid running down my back, my upper body leaning over the counter to catch my breath. I hear him, feel his pulse through his wrist. 

“H-hey, are you okay?” he asks, coming up beside me and kissing my cheek. I smile, turning my head to meet his lips. My body is covered in red marks, all from how hard he was grabbing me, but I like it. 

“I love you” I whisper, and I can see a faint blush on his already exhausted and flushed face. 

“I love you too” I capture his lips yet again, his arms going around me to pull me closer. 

“Hey, are you finished in the bathroom soon!” Chris’s voice sounds from outside. I freeze, sensing Josh tense up beside me. He’s about to answer, but I put my hand over his mouth. I take a deep breath, steadying my voice. 

“Yeah, just woman problems!” 

“Oh, okay, I won’t pry then. Is Josh in there with you?” 

“No, I think he went out to get something from his car!”

“Okay, we’re ready to start now, so just make haste!” 

“Gottcha!” 

Josh lets out a small laugh, impressed by my quick thinking. 

“You usually don’t have a cold head after this” 

“Well, maybe being riskier has made me more cunning” 

“Hmm, maybe” 

“Let's clean up and get out” I state, reaching for a random towel and some water to clean off my back. Josh splashes water in his face, fixing his hair and getting his clothes back on. I put on my garments, his fingers outstretched to comb through my hair, settling the mess. 

“Where should we put the towel?” I ask, holding the white fabric up, looking for a laundry basket. 

“Where does he put his laundry?” 

“Don’t look at me as if I know” I defend, putting my hands up. 

“Let’s just leave it on the floor” 

“On the floor? Josh, are you insane, that’s not guestly behaviour” 

“Well, fucking in your best friend’s bathroom is not either” 

I shake my head, leaving the towel on the ground, kicking it a little to the side so it’s not in the way. Everyone puts their dirty clothing on the floor anyway. He would probably see it, think it’s dirty and then throw it in the washing machine. After all, he would never know that we had sex here. I wasn’t planning on telling him.

[admirationandromantics]

could you maybe write something abt sleeping with Josh? i think he's the type of clingy men, especially because of his loneliness fear :c

Josh is definitely a touchy type, especially when sleeping. After all, that’s when he’s most vulnerable. Let’s face it, he struggles a lot, especially with nightmares. I’ll not get deep into the mentality behind everything, as that is a lot (and quite depressing), but here you go <3

Sleeping with Josh

Not only while sleeping, but before bed as well, Josh is super clingy. He’ll stand beside you, both of you brushing your teeth at the same time, changing, getting ready, showering, etc. 

He often initiates sex at these times. Pulling you up on the bathroom counter, kissing your neck and down to your shoulders and collar. Often, he ends up carrying you to the bedroom, not bothering to get you into your jammies. 

Anyways, when you’re laid in bed, he immediately goes for cuddles. This is the best thing this man knows, no doubt. Positions vary a lot, as it depends on his mood. On darker nights, he might feel the need for comfort and protection, having you spooning him, or letting him rest between your thighs, head on your chest. 

I have to give you guys a couple of negatives as well, because this guy does not only talk in his sleep, but he stirs, snores, and sometimes kick. He feels bad, obviously, and has tried lots of ways to stop the snoring. 

When he stirs, it’s usually because of nightmares, and that means the sleep talking as well. If you wake up to it, you have to hold him, pulling him closer and shushing him, trying to remind him that you’re here and he’s safe. This usually calms him. Arms are clung around you like a lifeline, and he nuzzles into your neck, finally relaxing. 

Of course, you’re not only the big spoon. He is usually too. He loves having you on top of him, head rested on his shoulder or chest, arms around him. Not only does it make him feel safe, but he feels so content and happy with having you near him. He’ll leave small kisses all over you, also your forehead. 

Often, he just watches you sleep, waiting for the time your breathing pattern changes, making him know you’re fully asleep. “Sleep well, Sweetheart”. Just then, he can finally sleep as well. 

Anyways, he’s a freaky gal, so fucking you until you’re both exhausted and fall asleep sweatily in each other’s arms just as you lay down is always on the table.

[admirationandromantics]

Stormy Confession

Another request! Don't worry, I do have several more in my inbox, but please be patient, they will come eventually! Anyways, hope you enjoy this. As usual, it's not edited, but who cares?

Word count: 1,9k (Unedited)

They’re BEST friends with benefits, so there is already an established chemistry between them. They’re stuck in a snow storm anddd “im totally kidding but im kind of freezing rn and my heater’s busted” so they decided to hook up in josh’s very roomy car, only to realize “hey ik im being dramatic but we COULD die rn so i need to confess that im in love with you…” lmao my writing is so jumbled but i know you could do wonders with this idea!🥹🥹

The wind is getting worse, almost like it’ll tip the car over. Josh is sitting beside me, driving the car, all tensed up by the stress of it. Usually, I would comment on it, but I understand the gravity of the situation. We just need to keep going, we don’t have that far left. 

The trees outside are dark. Gentle snow taking its place on the pine needles. If it weren’t for the storm, I would love it. Luckily, it’s clear enough that we can still see the road, but I wonder how long that’s going to last. 

I check the weather update, but it’ll not clear up until the middle of the night. If we were to stay in the car until then, we would have to climb the mountain in the dark. This is not something I want to do, but I guess at this point, it’s a must. We just have to stay clear of wild animals, navigate in the dark, try not to slip down the path again. 

We were planning to get to Blackwood Mountain and the Washington lodge. Of course, we went a day earlier than the others, planning on cleaning and getting the place ready. What none of us idiots thought about doing, was to check the weather. About halfway there, the snow got worse. It came in quick patches, making driving hard, and freezing up the car. 

“Josh, it’s literally freezing in here, can you turn on the heater?” 

“It’s busted, was gonna get it fixed after the trip” 

“Of course you were” 

I lean back in my seat, pulling up my backpack and taking out my gloves. At least some part of me would stay warm. As we drive on a long straight row, he leans back and manoeuvres the car with his knee, bringing both hands up to his face to blow hot air into them. Poor guy. I remember that he brought some extra outerwear, just wondering where he left them. My thoughts fly to his bag, he couldn’t have placed them in the front, so back it was. I lean over the mid row and back, trying to find his bag in the back seats. 

“Where’s your backpack?” I ask, rummaging through a bunch of stuff. A blanket, some firewood, a plastic bag. Why is there so much stuff here? We don’t need all of it, and I know for a fact that the lodge has large stacks of firewood. 

“Keep looking” he laughs, not bothering to help me. 

“Josh, just tell me where you put it” 

He laughs, one hand going on the back of my thigh, slightly squeezing my flesh. That’s why he’s being difficult. He just wants to tease me. 

“Stop being a perv and tell me” I sigh, not exactly being a fan of my position. He should be busy driving, not checking me out. 

“But I’m enjoying the view” 

“The only view you should be enjoying is the road in front of you” 

I finally notice it, a small backpack with a scarf and gloves sticking out from under the seat. I lean a bit more forward to reach it, earning a whistle from the guy. I roll my eyes, grabbing the clothing and trying to move back. I get halfway before he speaks. 

“Hard swing” 

“Wha-”

The car takes a rough turn, making my body jolt to the side. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can’t this man drive a little more carefully? If this unplanned storm doesn’t kill us, then he definitely will. I fall to the side, hips landing in his lap, faces against each other. He has that known playful smirk on his lips, proud of his dangerous accomplishment. 

“You good?” 

“You’re insane” 

“Nah, just a good driver” he shrugs his shoulders, trying not to laugh at himself. 

“You’re not a good driver” 

His arms move over me, holding onto the steering wheel in front of him. His eyes finally move to the road, and he keeps driving as if everything’s normal. I try to sit up, but his hands won’t budge, leading to me falling down again. 

“Josh, if you would be so kind” I force a tight smile, nodding to the caging arms. He looks down, the playful smirk still covering his lips as he thinks. 

“Do you have my gloves?” 

“Indeed I do” 

“Put them on me” 

I look at him in disbelief, what was he, a child? He can easily do that himself. I shake my head, laughing a little at the situation. No way am I going to do that. He has one hand on the wheel, the other held out to me. I roll my eyes, deciding that this is enough. 

I try to get up yet again, but this time, his empty hand finds my chest and pushes me down into him. I give a loud and dramatic sigh, which makes him fully reveal that stupid laughter of his that he’s kept in. 

“You know I could sue you for this?” 

“I can sue you too, disrupting the driver” 

“You made this happen” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

I give in, laying against him and relaxing while he drives. No way am I going to be his servant. He’s not that rich. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, both just minding our own thing. 

Just now, I realise how much warmer I feel while brushing against him. Body heats colliding as he holds me close. A cozy and sleepy murmur comes over me, and I close my eyes, drifting away as we continue driving off. 

***

I press my eyes forcefully together, opening them little by little. The outside is darker than before, and Josh’s still driving into the night, eyes focused on the road. I stretch, giving a yawn at the same time. He shifts his gaze, a smile immediately finding his lips. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Sleepy” 

“How long have I been gone?” 

“Around half an hour” 

I nod in reply, head turning to the dark forest and snowy rocks. We were almost there now. 

“And no death yet, I’m impressed” I comment, sitting up as high as he allows me. 

“Wind almost took the car about 10 minutes ago” 

My eyes widen in surprise. Is the weather really that bad? Shouldn’t we stop and wait for it to pass? The thought of it scares me, after all, the mountains this time of year are not that safe as everyone makes them out to be. I mean, if we’re in the lodge, it’s okay. But we’re not. We’re in a moving vehicle, which almost got flipped by the wind. 

“Hey, don’t worry. We’re almost there” 

I nod again. The parking lot is a bit more secluded than the road, so the wind won’t be as strong. But how’re we getting up to the lodge? The cable car is already a death trap, no way I’m going to sit in it during the storm. 

A road hole makes me yelp, body jolting up and down. I automatically grab hold of his arm, steadying myself. His lips thins as he bites them, eyes forced on the road. His breathing changes, big stuttering inhales as if to calm himself down. 

“Josh, are you okay?” 

He doesn’t look down on me, instead his vision is on the path ahead. His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel, and I glimpse a vein popping and going under his jacket. What’s going on with this guy? 

We finally swing into the parking lot, and he parks the car and turns off the engine. We sit in silence, both unsure about our next move. With his arms not in the way, I finally sit up. I grab his shoulder for help, and he takes his arm to my back for support. 

“I don’t think we should go to the lodge yet” he comments, looking out to the cable car station. 

“I know, we’d probably be blown to bits” 

“That’s one way of putting it” 

His other hand goes to my waist, pressing me down on him. That’s when I feel it. He’s hard, very hard. He’s been since the road hole. 

“Are you struggling a bit, Josh?” a smile creeping up on my lips. Oh, how pleasant to finally have some of the power. 

His hand goes to my hair, brushing it away. 

“Oh, you have no idea” 

His head moves closer, fingers gliding over my cheek. He’s cold, extremely cold. It’s like gracing ice taps against my skin. I pull away, taking his hands in mine and warming them.

“You’re freezing” 

“Better do something about it then” 

He moves into me, capturing my lips in his. I respond, opening my mouth a little and licking his lower lip. I don’t forget about his hands though, and carefully puts his gloves on them as we keep going. I change positions, and he helps me, letting me straddle him in the driver's seat. His hands go to my ass, kneading and caressing. I moan into the kiss, which he uses as an opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth. He fiddles with something behind me, and before I know it, ice-cold fingers make their way down my pants, holding my cheeks. I gasp, the shocked feeling being overcome. This was extreme, why hadn’t he said something about it before. He chuckles against my lips, mouth moving to my jaw and neck, leaving sweet kisses all over. The wet spots get instantly cold when he moves away, and I shutter. 

“W-we should not do this here” 

“I know, I know” 

“We’re going to freeze to death” 

“A bit dramatic are we?” 

“J-Josh” he stops in his tracks, lips glossy and eyes lustful. We both know that we can’t start undressing. With the heater not working, and the snow storm getting worse, that’s the last thing we should be thinking about. God, how dizzy the whole situation makes me feel. I don’t want to be down here. I want to be up in the lodge, alone with him, in front of the fire. 

“Or get eaten by wolves” 

“No we’re not”

“What if an elk attack the car?” 

“We’re not a threat to them” 

“If we’re going to die, I need to confess something” 

“We’re not going to die”

“Five more minutes and your fingers would snap off as easily as bending a carrot” 

“True, but-” 

“Josh…” I put my glove-covered finger over his mouth, stopping his sweet remarks. If there was a time to say it, it had to be now, before we both froze to death, in his car, to be found tomorrow morning by the others. 

“I love you. And I know, we’ve had this whole deal or something where we’ve had sex, and yeah I mean several times, but that’s not the point because I couldn’t stop myself, and please don’t stop seeing me as a friend after this, I promise I’ll get over it, but it’s just something I need to get off my chest or else I can die and not-” 

He shuts me up with a kiss. Hands still on my ass, pressing me deeper against him. 

“Fucking hell, you talk a lot” 

“You already know that about me” 

“Just shut up and kiss me”

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O.M.G.

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

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

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

Submissive Josh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[admirationandromantics]

A Traumatic Event to Bring us Closer

Okay, so this was not a request (though I know someone in the request box have asked for angsty Josh fics, I promise, they're coming soon), but I fiddled around with a Psycho-Josh character ai-thingy, and wanted to do something inspired by that. A little longer than what I usually write, but the words started flowing and I couldn't stop.

Warnings. This does include mentions or the fear of dying, torture, and so on (all of these are scare-tactics and will not happen). Obsessive and possessive Josh. This also contains reader getting severely injured as well as blood and extreme stress... Aka ANGSTY. What I'm trying to say is if you can't read that, then I would advice you not to!

Anyways, it starts right after having seen Josh die to the construction of the Psycho, and now, the others have ran, and you try to catch up with them.

Word count: 5,5k

I run out of the shed, trying to catch up with Ashley and Chris. As soon as they saw the Maniac inside, they ran, hoping to get away from him. I was busy crying, mourning Josh… My Josh… Who this psycho cut in half with a saw. 

When I saw him, my panic rose, heart throbbing in fear and heartbreak. He was wearing overalls, a shirt and a scary clown mask, slowly walking towards me. This made me turn on my heel and go, taking me to my current position: running for my life. I keep on the path, not a lot of snow underneath after everyone who walked there. The air is freezing, making my wet faze unbearably cold. My hand goes to my cheeks, trying to brush away some of it while keeping up the pace. I look behind me, seeing the man running rapidly after, his legs longer and faster, slowly catching up to me. 

“Ashley! Chris!” I scream, hoping some of them hear me, but I wouldn’t count on it. They started running a while before me, leaving me with this madman. As I look forward again, my foot gets caught in a root, making my body slam down into the ground harshly. My head hurts, ringing while I try to stand up again. Suddenly, I feel something grab my ankle, and I look down to see him again, bending down while holding onto me. 

I fight against him, kicking and screaming while trying to rip my foot away from him. But his grip is strong, and he keeps holding on, a low, scary chuckle sounding from under the mask. Even his shoulders move up and down from his laugh, and how entertained he is. I try to scream for help again, listing everyone I know who are up on the mountain. This seems to bother him, and he drags me further towards him, slowly working up my body while I struggle. 

His face comes closer to my ear, one of his hands grabbing my hair roughly, yanking me backwards, making me sit up on my knees as he drags me. I wish I had the pain tolerance to fight back, but his hand in my hair and the other around my neck. I oblige, letting him pull me up on my feet, my back against him. My hands go to the one around my neck, silently begging him to loosen the grip. I use the last air I have to conjure a few weak words. 

“Get off me you maniac!” 

This seems to get on his nerves even more, yanking my hair harder and tightening his grip around my neck, making an involuntary plea escape what’s left of my throat. I hear his dark chuckle again, how he enjoys the situation, liking to be in control of me. 

Suddenly, the hand leaves my neck, and I take a few deep breaths, trying to regulate myself. Instead of choking me, his hand grabs both my wrists, placing them behind me, the previous hand in my hair moving to my stomach, pulling me deeper into him. I can feel his hot breath on my ear, his face coming too close for comfort. His exhales come out quickly past each other, annoyingly like he’s amused by my resentment. 

“What’s wrong you coward? So ugly you don’t even dare to show your face?” I taunt, pulling at my arms with all my might. After what he did to Josh, there was no way I was going to be nice. He killed my love, and when he kills me too, I’ll put up a fight. 

At my remark, his hand moves up to my face, grabbing my jaw and pulling my head back on his shoulder. I hum, looking up in the cloudy sky, still trying to free myself. But at the end of the day, there’s no use. He overpowers me easily, both in size and strength. His irritation seems to be growing, but he still keeps up that amused tone in his dark voice. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Princess” 

There’s something oddly familiar in the way he calls me that name. There’s actually something familiar in his voice alone, but I can’t place it. His hand moves slowly down my neck again, pushing down slightly, making me let out a painful wince. I stand still, hoping that he’ll not be as rough with his next movements. 

“That’s what I thought, now keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, just like good old Josh did” 

The comment sets something off in me, a rage I didn’t know I had. My chest burns unlike before, but I don’t know if it’s due to the cold or my anger. Maybe a combination. 

“All quiet and whimpering while in the hands of a scary man like me…” He taunts, and I start squirming, trying to free myself. 

“Scary man, where? All I see is an ugly fucking coward” I state, stopping my movements. Every time I try, I get reminded of his strength. He grips my upper neck tightly, tilting my head in his direction. A displeased huff escapes his mask, hot breath coating my neck. He makes me look up at him, seeing blue eyes through the holes of the mask. I make sure my distaste for him is shown through my stare. 

“You’re not the one in control here, I am. So you better watch that damn tongue, Princess” he growls, his voice still not recognizable. 

“Or what, you’ll kill me? Just like you murdered Josh?” 

I can basically feel his sick smile under the mask, struggling to keep in that little laugh from the mention of his name. The action makes my blood boil. How dare he.  

“You better behave yourself, or else-”

“Or else what?” I interrupt him, making his grip on me harder. But I can still take it, so I keep up my insults. “Struggling to threaten a girl, huh? Easier with an unconscious guy who you could do whatever you pleased with?” I spit out, reminding him of when he took Josh. It’s safe to assume he doesn’t have the strength to have held him like this, and probably gassed him down like he did with Ashley. He grunts in response, done with my shit. 

“Think you’re such a smartass, huh? If you keep this attitude up, I’ll have no other choice than to shut you up” 

“I’d like to see you try” I counter, breathing heavily and starting to feel my energy drain. 

“Oh… would you now?” He teases, moving us both. I follow, not having enough energy to fight a losing battle. He turns me around, holding my wrists above my head, my back meeting a tree. I feel a small branch making contact with my lower thigh, hurting it. I try to keep my poker face, not having time to think about a small scratch. I look him up and down, now seeing his outfit in the light. It’s bloody and dirty, his mask horrid up close. 

“Sick fuck” I whisper, not giving in easily. He squeezes my wrists harder, making me let out a small whimper in pain. Another chuckle escapes him, finding pleasure in my situation. 

“Not backing down yet, aren’t you tired Princess, just give in” 

“I’ll be a pain in your ass until you kill me, might as well get it over with” I say, standing firm on my ground. At least the ground I can reach from how high up he’s holding me against the tree. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue a couple of times as if he’s disappointed. I take this as a time to shout for the other, hoping that someone will hear me. 

“Ashley! Chris! I’m here, help me!”

My yells are interrupted by his gloved hand coming to cover my mouth. I keep up, struggling against his grip while still shouting, though they only come out as muffles beneath him. 

“Stop your damn fighting, just give up already. You’re wasting your energy” He complains, strengthening his grip on me. I stop, taking a deep breath and completely relaxing on him, being as silent as a mouse. 

“That’s it, you look so much better when you’re not struggling like some wild animal in my arms” he compliments, hand on my mouth being slowly removed. 

Just as I feel his grip loosen just the slightest, my knee comes up to kick him in the balls. I fail, but it still hits him hard in his lower stomach, making him let go and slightly bend over in pain. I don’t hesitate, starting to run down the path while he throws curses at me. 

“Fucking bitch, get back here!” 

I look behind me for just a second, seeing that he’s already recovered and is running a little further behind me. I shout for the others, but no one answers. I continue down the path, trying to remember all the slippery parts, doing my best not to fall on them. 

“You’re not getting away that easily!” He shouts, voice closer than before. He’s got long legs, it will not be long until he catches up to me. I take a right, seeing the lodge in the distance. This gives me hope, and I keep my pace up, trying to get there in time. My heart’s beating in my throat, rapidly, chest burning from exhaustion. 

I jump up the small set of stairs, quick to open the door and get inside. I see him arriving, and I lock it, hoping he won’t break it down. I take a breath, pulse high as I watch him pound on the door. I still don’t feel safe, so I run further inside, taking a quick look to see if the others are here. I can’t see them, but I decide that barricading myself in my own room must be the best option. The pounding has stopped, and I can imagine he’s working on getting inside another way. He wouldn’t know which room was mine either, and would probably think that I moved down to the cellar, knowing there’s a network of tunnels down there. 

I run up the stairs, legs almost giving out from exhaustion. As I arrive outside my room, I take the handle silently, working on getting myself in quickly, without making a sound. I lock it, turning to the side and dragging one of the smaller closets in front of it. After I’m done, I breathe out, a little tension leaving my body. The adrenaline starts wearing off, and with that, the pain in my leg gets worse. 

“Smart move, Princess…” 

My body freezes before I can turn, knowing the voice from before. My breathing quickens yet again, making my chest hurt, sore from the cold and all the running. I turn around fearfully, seeing him sit on the chair beside the bed, leaned back and relaxed. Before my brain can follow, I grab the closet, dragging it back. He stands up, taking hold of my arm and dragging me away from the door, easily pushing the furniture back in front of it. 

“N-no, get away from me” I try, but my voice breaks, all the yelling, and the cold temperature having ruined it. It sounds weak, defeated. He chuckles, a smile behind the mask, his eyes mad. He grabs both my hands, throwing me down on the bed. I whimper, feeling my thigh hurt as it makes contact with the sheets. I look down quickly, noticing blood running down it. I try moving it a little, making sure that there’s some pressure on it. He doesn’t notice, and continues to manhandle me, collecting my wrists above my head, his other hand caressing my cheek. I turn away, earning a cackle from him. My body stops fighting, knowing it’ll worsen the bleeding and the fact that I’m no match for him in my weakened state. 

“Please leave me alone, what do you want?” 

“Oh, I want you, Princess” 

The nickname makes me sick, and I do my best not to look at him, his clothing, or at his mask. I look to the side, seeing the door, barricaded by no other person than me. I can’t jump out the window, since it’s the second story, so now, I’m completely trapped. 

“And what are you going to do to me?” 

“Anything I want…” he says, voice lower and not as tense. I don’t fight, I can’t fight anymore. I just want Josh, I want him back. There’s no point in anything anymore. This trip was a chance for me to finally confess, to tell him everything. And instead, I watched him die. Die to this psycho man. I feel tears form in my eyes, rolling down the sides of my face, warming me up after being outside. 

“Why are you doing this to me, why did you kill Josh?” 

He stays quiet for a few moments, his head leaning down to me, his mouth beside my ear, finally answering. 

“He didn’t deserve to live after what he put me and my sisters through” he says, an amusing tone to the statement. I look up at him, confused. 

“You and your sisters?” 

“Yes, me and my sisters?” 

“He would never do anything to hurt anyone” I counter, not believing him. What could he have done to make someone hate him so? And hate his friends as well, wanting to hurt them. 

“Who are you?” 

He chuckles in his distorted and dark voice, keeping himself close as he speaks. 

“Now, where’s the fun in that? Keeping you clueless gives me such a thrill” 

I wiggle against his arms, trying with the small energy I have to free myself. He hardens his grip, not letting me move an inch. 

“Still trying to escape?” 

“You’ll have to kill me to make me stop. Just like you did with Josh” 

He laughs, gloved hand caressing my neck, fingers gracing over the place he choked me. I wouldn’t be surprised if the area was red already. Luckily, it doesn’t hurt. 

“You keep bringing him up, was he really that important to you?” he teases, and I give up fighting again, trying to regain some of my energy. Maybe I can do the same I did in the forest, but doing that, I needed to control myself first. 

“I’ll make you pay for what you did to him” I state, voice still weak, but not faltering. 

“Oh? And how do you plan on doing that, Princess?” 

“By killing you” I say again, voice steady and firm. I want to hurt this man, I want to kill him. 

“Wow, and tell me, how will you do that?” 

I imagine it, having him being beat up by the boys, before opening up, letting me use a knife and carve stuff into him, slowly cutting him up while he’s still alive. Hearing his pleas while keeping up the pace. Maybe I am insane, but I’ve never in my life had such violent fantasies about a person. Up until now. 

“With a knife… slowly, painful” 

“How exciting, but I don’t think you have it in you. You don’t seem like someone who can kill another human” 

“Good it’s a monster I’m killing then” I counter, the reply coming faster than my brain can process it. But he doesn’t get mad or irritated though. Instead, he lets out a condescending laugh, shaking his head. I keep prying, still curious. 

“Who are you?” I ask again, wanting an answer. 

“You’re right, I am a monster” he says, his free hand moving down to my waist. I lean back, broken and defeated. This was not worth it, none of it was. I could’ve stayed home, not knowing about Josh, not being in this situation. 

“Aww, too tired to fight me, but you were so fiery a while ago” He taunts, but I don’t bite. I stay silent, not saying or reacting in any way. That’s what he wants after all, reactions. Wasn’t that the point of having me watch him kill Josh?

“Just kill me, please” I plead, hoping he does, and hopefully quickly. I can’t imagine doing anything differently than now. I just want to see him, to hold him. To be in this room with him, both of us giddy and happy. 

“Tell me, why would you rather die than live?” he asks, sounding oddly curious, head tilting beside me. I can feel the fake hair of the mask running over my collar as he moves. 

“Let me see Josh again…”

He leans back, almost surprised by my answer. He lets go of my hands, standing back on the floor, watching me. I try sitting up, my whole body aching in pain from the small movements. I’m not going to make it out of here, not alive anyhow. If he doesn’t kill me, then my movements will probably open the wound on my thigh again, making me bleed out. I already feel a bit pale and dizzy. 

“You’re in a woman’s worst imaginable situation, and you would die… to see Josh again?” He asks, voice full of confusion, not as scary as before. Maybe it’s because I don’t care anymore, but he seems so surprised he falls a bit out of character. Who is he under that mask? 

I nod my head to the question, tears still flowing. But the funny thing is, I don’t feel them anymore. My mouth acts before my brain, and I blurt out the secret words I’ve been holding on to since last year. 

“I love him” 

“A bit honest now, are we?” 

“Doesn’t everyone get honest when their lives are about to end?” I counter, shaking my head a bit. At least that’s what I’ve heard. 

“Yes, I suppose they do” 

“Aren’t you going to take advantage of me? Hurt me? Kill me?” 

He sits down on the chair again, watching my face intently. I don’t move, after all, everything hurts. Everything and nothing at once. Because of him, because of Josh. 

“No I will not, now tell me, before you die, is there something else you wish to be truthful about?” 

I shake my head, not knowing why, but I can’t stop myself. I need to have said it out loud at least once, telling the world the things I should’ve said before. My voice is emotionless as I start, not knowing what to feel. 

“I love Josh, I always have. I wish I told him while he was still here, before he was killed… by you” 

I look up, but the mask is making it hard to see his expression. At the thought of his death, I feel my anger flare again, but my body is still too weak to act on it. 

“Honestly… admitting your feelings, displaying wishes and regrets. Now tell me, how long have you had these feelings? And how long have you wanted to tell him?” 

“The only one I’m telling those things to is Josh” 

He snickers, that nasty dark voice back. As if he deserves to know my secrets, the extent of my feelings. 

“Of course you’re refusing to tell me, too shy? Or what, Princess?” 

“I imagined everything would be different than how it turned out this year” I admit, not bothering to answer his teasing remarks. He’s making fun of my pain, and I’ll not answer that. 

“Oh, you were thinking that you and Josh were going to be the ones in your room? And doing what? Feeling each other, kissing? Well, we can’t have that, can we? If I didn’t kill him, I wouldn’t have you all to myself” 

I look up, but I can’t bother trying to show my contempt. I’m so tired, so exhausted. Even making faces and harsh comments take their toll on me. I speak, but it’s slow and emotionless. 

“I know that statement is meant to fill me with a bunch of questions, but I don’t care about them” 

He hums, nodding his head as he takes it in, knowing his method didn’t work. I still keep my posture, not moving myself from it. He stares at me intently, looking deep into my glossy eyes, still wet and red. 

“You just don’t care anymore what happens to you, do you?” 

I hum, not giving a verbal answer. He sits himself forward, hand rubbing together, as if in thought. 

“You admit it? The fact that you’ve lost all care?”  

I hum again, not knowing where he’s getting at. 

“Completely broken, completely empty” 

I sigh, sick and tired of his mind games. I know what he’s playing at, it’s the same banter I’ve heard people try to use before. 

“You know you’ve basically said the same thing three times now? Josh was a lot more original with his wording than you” 

I can feel his smirk grow from under the mask, a small laughter escaping his lips as he sits up again. He tilts his head, his distorted voice sounding from under there. 

“Making comparisons, are we?” 

“You can’t compare an angel to a demon” I answer, thinking back about him. What would he say if he were here? He would’ve saved me at least. I don’t know if he’s stronger than this man. Truth is, they’ve got quite the similar build, so I don’t know. If I helped him, we might be able to. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment” he says, and I don’t answer. He can think about it however he likes, I’ll not sit here and explain it to him. Another chuckle comes over him, enjoying the change in my attitude. I keep my eyes on him, not as afraid anymore. My adrenaline is not pumping as much anymore, and the pain starts worsening. 

“Not answering anymore, Princess?” 

Again, here’s something strangely familiar with the nickname as well. I can swear that someone I know has called me that before, but only a few times, not as much as this guy does. How does he know me?

“The only one I want to talk to is Josh… when I see him again” 

“Josh, Josh, Josh… Why would you only talk to him in particular?”

I let out a small scoff. This madman is not that dumb. He’s been collecting information about all of us, so my declaration did not go over his head a couple of minutes ago. 

“You already know, because he’s the love of my life” I state, not having said exactly those words before. It’s true, since we were kids, I loved him. Platonically at first, but it evolved, and got stronger. And now, it’s too late. 

“Finally, someone’s being honest with themselves” 

I lower my eyes, looking over at his piercing stare. His eyes still got a hint of amusement in them. I want to change that, I want to hurt him, kill him. 

“I’m the only honest person in this room” I state, trying to seduce him into talking. 

“I guess I haven’t told you much, but do you really expect me to?” 

“I want to know something before I die” I lean forward, ignoring the striking pain in my thigh. That movement definitely opened my wound again, and I feel streaks of hot redness running down my leg. 

“Ask anything, and I’ll see if I can be honest with you” 

My question is ready, it has been since the first time I heard his voice. The anticipation and wondering is driving me crazy. 

“Who are you” 

He smiles under the mask, there’s no denying it, already having heard the same question several times before. 

“My identity? All you want to know is who I am?”

“Yes” 

He nods his head, amused by my straight forward request. I try to keep my reply short, after all, getting this information out of him means no side-tracking. 

“Well, since you’ve been so cooperative for the time being, I’ll be honest” 

I wait, trying to hide my curiosity. It’s not hard to mask it, pain overtaking me anyway. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want to know? Not going to guess, make some assumptions?” 

“No” I state firmly, not taking any more of his bullshit. 

“I am… an individual who doesn’t always feel like himself” 

I sigh, hand going to my thigh, trying to slow the bleeding. 

“Are you that much of a coward? Can’t answer a simple question?” 

“Fine, okay, okay… I’m someone who doesn’t always feel… human” 

I sigh again, a small part of me realising that we might not come to an agreement. I try a different direction, mumbling something underneath my breath, just high enough that he can hear it. 

“If you’re that ugly, you can just say so. I won’t judge” 

“What did you just say?” 

And he took the bait.  

“Nothing” 

His head shifts to me, sitting straighter. He’s offended, I know he is. If I can continue playing on his ego, maybe I’ll get my answer. 

“No. ‘If you're that ugly, you can just say so’, is that what you said, Princess?” 

“I don’t remember” I lie, shaking my head weakly. 

“Excuse me? You suddenly don’t remember, as if I’m supposed to believe that” 

“I’m sleep deprived, haven’t had water in many hours, body exhausted from running, and I’m bleeding out. All factors can lead to struggles to remember things” 

He nods his head, suddenly stopping and looking up at me. 

“You’re bleeding?” 

He looks over me, seeing my leg, covered in red. It’s still oozing out, but it will still take a while for me to die from it. His body starts twitching, as if panicked. 

“Why didn’t you say so?” he asks, sounding a bit worried. I’m taken by surprise as he runs over to the closet grabbing a few sheets and ripping them up into smaller pieces. Has he been in the lodge before? Maybe he uses it when the Washingtons aren’t here. He comes back, kneeling down, starting to wrap them around me. I stop him, pushing his hands away. 

“I’ll ask you one more time. Who are you?” 

He looks up, meeting my eyes through the mask. They almost look sad, guilty. 

“A monster…”

He shifts his gaze, turning his attention back to my wound. He reaches behind into another drawer, pulling out a pair of scissors, starting to cut up my pants, making the wound more exposed. As he rips the fabric off, he throws the sharp object out the open window, with surprising accuracy. Probably to keep me from getting my hands on it and stabbing him. 

“Does this monster have a name?” 

He sighs, finishing up wrapping my thigh, stopping the bleeding. 

“My name is… Josh” 

My eyes widen, shaking my head as I try to push myself away from him. I can’t, my leg hurting too much to move. This is another sick trick to mess with me, to mess with my feelings. He notes my expression, my shocked eyes and disgust. 

“What, don’t you believe me? Don’t you think I’m being honest?” 

“This might seem funny to you, but I saw you kill him you fucker. Don’t you dare taint his name like this” I state, fury rushing through my body. He chuckles darkly again, the sympathy that once was there for me, gone. 

“You really don’t believe me. I’m your childhood friend, your high school crush and college study partner. I’m Joshua Washington” he whispers, coming closer to me. I can sense the amusement and glory radiating from him, and it makes me sick. 

“You’re not, you’re hiding behind that damn mask of your like a coward, trying to make me believe your lies”

“Don’t want to accept the truth, huh?” he asks, voice a bit less disoriented. He’s changing his voice as he speaks, but I won’t have it. 

“It’s not the truth, he’s dead, you killed him!” I scream, leaning closer to his face, as much as I can in my condition. 

“Oh princess, I’m right in front of you” 

“The only thing right in front of me is a monster. A psychopath in a mask, claiming to be Josh, my Josh. You’re not tricking me”

He laughs, his voice changing more and more, getting less darker and more real. Shaking his head and clicking his tongue, he looks up at me again. 

“Are you really that hard-headed?” 

“Why should I believe anything you say? You have no support for your claims, you’re even down in negatives, because he is dead!” I shout, voice still broken and hoarse. My throat hurts, feeling like I’m ripping off a bandaid every time I form a word. 

“Oh, you want evidence?”

“You don’t have any”

He chuckles, hands going up to the base of his mask. He takes a breath, slowly pulling it off. I watch as he does, waiting patiently while he drags it off his head. Finally, he reveals himself. 

I can’t believe my eyes, and I furrow my brows in confusion. This doesn’t make any sense, this doesn’t work, no. How can this be? I saw him die, I saw him get cut in half by a saw. I’ve been running from a crazy maniac who was going to kill me, and it was all him. I’ve poured my heart out, thinking I was going to die, and he’s been sitting here, laughing at me. 

“Surprise, princess” 

“No” 

“What do you mean ‘no’?” 

I shake my head, seeing his smile as he keeps nodding, contradicting me. 

“You’re not real”

“I’m sitting right in front of you” 

I reach my hand out, fingers gracing over his cheek, feeling his skin. His hand comes up to mine, pressing it further in on him. He leans on it, still a smile on his face. I feel tears start to flow down my cheeks again. He’s alive, he’s here. 

“Y-you…”

He nods, urging me to continue, but I don’t. I can’t use my words, I don’t know what to say, so he talks instead, voice beaming with pleasure and delight. His eyes are not like I remember. There’s a sort of darkness to them, insanity. 

“Yes Princess, it’s me, no more games, no tricks, no lies. It’s just me, just Josh”

I shake my head, pulling my hand away from him, earning a hurt look back. These words, these explanations, these events. This is not the Josh I know. 

“You don’t sound like yourself, you don’t behave like this” 

“You’re right! So much has changed in the last year, oh I can’t begin to tell you all my plans for the others” he exclaims, walking around the room, being happy. 

“What?”

“Well, this was all a traumatic event to bring us closer, right? The relief in your eyes when it was me. You needed to lose me to finally be able to tell someone, so why not tell me yourself!?” 

“What the hell, Josh” I whimper, head hurting from it all. 

“Oh, but this is just the start! Now, it’s time to get revenge for my sisters, and after that, we can be together, right? I mean, I never meant for you to get hurt, but it's okay because now you can stay here while I play out the other things I’ve got planned. As long as you stay here, you’ll be safe, just as I want you to be” 

I stand up, pain shooting through my body as I do. I feel desperate, too desperate. I need the others, and my voice is almost all used up. He watches me intently, hands going around my body to steady me. I shove past him, walking over to the door, starting to push the dresser. He just watches, wondering if I’ll be able to do it. Luckily, I manage, standing on my only good leg. I unlock the door, which makes him walk over, taking hold of me. 

“No, we can’t have any of that, get down again” he commands, sitting me down on the bloodied bed again, walking over and locking the door. 

“What are you going to do to me? Just do it now and get it over with, shoot me, dissect me… Please” 

He laughs, looking at me as if I’ve made a joke. 

“Oh, Princess, you’re not afraid of me, are you?” 

I’m silent, not daring to answer. He stops laughing, noticing my expression. He then shakes his head, standing up and walking around the room again. He looks troubled, and a little worried, like he’s fighting a battle against himself. 

“No, there’s nothing to be scared of, I’m making sure that you’re safe, so nothing happens to you, you understand, yeah you do! Think about that while I finish up the prank, okay? I’ll be up to check on you in a while”

He walks to the door, taking the key from inside, opening it, and locking it from outside. I look around, his skull-clown mask on the ground, bloodied fabric, bloody bed and the open window. Crisp, cold winter air flowing inside. I don’t know what to do.

[admirationandromantics]

Jazz Bar Evening

I had some fun with this. Honestly, dancing together is so incredibly romantic, you have no idea. (Or you might have, I don't know your lives) I used a bit of creative freedom on this as well. They're in a jazz bar, lighting low, clothing classy and pretty. And Josh got that rich kid thing about him. Aka, he has money, dresses appropriately and knows how to dance. There's very little of those types of men out there, so enjoy this fantasy <3

Word count: 1,6k (unedited)

🍋‍🟩 Just a thought, Josh taking reader to a jazz event because he wants another excuse to dance with them. He finds a comfort in dancing and being so close and expressive with someone. Even if they look silly and inexperienced. Ugh to be in love🍷

“Two glasses of red, please” Josh asks, hand outstretched to the bartender. The man nods in reply, putting forth two wine glasses and turning the other direction to fetch the flask. I look over at Josh, the dark blue shirt being rolled up on his forearms. 

“You know, sleeves are made for a reason”

“Well, what if I want to show off these bad boys?” He smiles, flexing his muscles in a theatric manner. I give a small laugh, reaching out and feeling them. His mood immediately shifts, breathing faster and holding still while I examine him. 

“Mhm, are you really proud of these, Washington? They seem kind of… ordinary” I look up, unable to hide my playful smirk as his mouth opens in surprise at my statement. 

“Excuse you, but these arms are more than just a show”

“When were they a show?” 

He hits me, hand going into my side lightly while laughing. I can’t hold it back, that giggle he always manages to make me do. 

“I can tell you what they’re not doing: paying for your drink” 

“Noooo, Josh please!” I whine over dramatically, taking his arm and grazing my fingertips over it. 

“Oh, first name basis now, are we?” he smiles, eyes following the movements. 

“Look at all these big, adoring muscles” 

“I’m not falling for your tricks”

I stop, shoving him away in a playful manner while he keeps laughing. The bartender comes over, pouring both our glasses, a little more than he’s supposed to. I take my glass, swirling it around a little before taking a sip. 

“But we can’t hang out if you don’t pay” I continue, trying to hide my lips behind the glass. The struggle is immense, not bombarding out in laughter. 

“Of course we can, you have a job so you can pay for it” he shrugs, eyeing me up and down. I think he sees the smirk, even though it’s hidden behind the red liquid. I sit myself back a little, making some space between us. 

“I need to create some distance, or else all the other men here will think we’re together”

“And what’s wrong with that”

“If we were together you’d pay for my drink”

“Ahh, that’s true”

I shove myself back beside him, the action small, but still significant. I love being close to him, and a classy place like this? When he looks that good, and the lighting? I need to be near him. 

The bartender comes over again, making us pay for the drink. Josh pays first, his card already out. In the meantime, I reach down in my purse, getting mine out. The bartender types the amount, handing me the machine. As I’m about to tap the card, Josh beats me, using his own and letting the payment get through. I look over surprisingly, waiting for an explanation. 

“Look who decided to be a gentleman” 

“Maybe I’ll ask for something in return” he smirks, putting the card back in his pocket. I give him a small look, trying to figure out if he’s joking or not, but he just keeps smirking, taking a sip of his drink while I watch. 

“You think you can buy me with one glass of wine, Joshy?” 

“I thought you were easy” I give a laugh, his comment a bit on the bolder side. Oh, how dare he. 

“Really, I mean, even without the drink I would’ve said yes, but now…” 

“Wait, what?” 

“You just lost” I smile, taking a sip, feeling the strong fruit on my tongue. 

“Damn you, if I knew that-”

“Then we wouldn’t be here, but probably back at your place” 

The lighting makes it hard to see if anyone’s blushing, though I know that I am. We are used to joking around with each other, but this is the first time I’ve been so up front with him. Maybe he catches the hint? 

“Well, at least I paid for it” he whispers, one hand on the bar table, small veins showing. I study his form. I’ve seen what’s underneath that beautiful shirt, and those black suit pants. He’s gorgeous, and that’s just a fact. But I’ve never gotten to feel him, just see. And that’s usually been when we’ve all been bathing together, either in the jacuzzi at the lodge or swimming in the ocean. 

“I guess you did… still expecting a favour?” 

“Just a dance” 

I look around, the music chill and swingy. But the dance floor is empty. Of course, it’s still early, and people will probably arrive later. 

“Hm, no one is dancing” 

“More room for us” 

“And we’ve not drunken up our drinks” 

“We’ll do that first then” 

“And I don’t know how to dance” 

“I’ll lead you” 

I sigh, leaning backwards against the table, making sure our arms are touching. He’s a smart guy, and usually, if he wants something, he’ll get it. Maybe it’s a rich nepo-baby thing? 

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you” I joke, nudging his arm a little. He just keeps smiling, that small, cozy one, which I honestly adore a lot more than his handsome smirk. 

“Hey, can I buy you something? Maybe top off that glass?” A voice sounds behind me. Before I can turn around, I catch a glimpse of Josh’s face, his mouth falling into a frown, teeth slightly biting his lower lip. He also lets out a low scoff, but it’s almost unnoticeable, and I don’t think the other guy heard it. I turn, meeting the eyes of the stranger. He’s handsome, not my type, but objectively pretty. 

“Sorry, I’m here with someone” I smile back, and he gives a small nod. 

“So, no drink then?” 

A hand slithers around my waist, Josh’s head coming up and resting on my naked shoulder. I almost let out a gasp from the surprise. His lips leave a small kiss on my cheek, causing my eyes to widen, his hand pulling me closer against his front. 

“I’ll be buying her drinks tonight, bro” 

“Oh, okay then, excuse me” He says, tone low and a bit disappointed. He turns on his heel and leaves, walking back to a table with his buddies. I lift my head to meet his face, his eyes already on me. 

“Hm, so I guess people will be trying to buy you drinks either way” he whispers, mouth coming closer to my ear. As if on cue, I lean a bit back on him, feeling his hot breath as he speaks, his arm still holding my body up. Tight. 

“Well, maybe we can do something else to make them stop?” I offer, turning around in his grasp. That knowing small smirk creeps upon his lips again, causing me to bite my tongue, staring a bit too much on them. A finger finds its way to my chin, lifting my head up slightly. 

“My eyes are up here” 

“I know” 

We stare at each other in silence, the only sound being the beautiful jazz music surrounding us. No matter how hard I look at him, how much my gaze shifts from his lips to his eyes, he doesn’t let go. 

“Josh…” 

He grunts, clearing his throat before letting me go. I take a breath. It feels like I’ve forgotten how to breathe during the last minute, chest heaving and spine shivering. Gosh, if he was looking down right now, he’d get a perfect view of my breasts. Just because I was going out with him tonight, I decided not to wear a bra, and since the dress is a little bit skimpy, not much, just a little, the lighting makes them look so good down there. Grababble, if I do say so myself. 

“Drink your wine, and let’s get out there” he says, taking his own glass and dumping it down his throat. I take mine, staring a little at the content before gulping it down, taking several swallows to finish. I carefully place the glass down, a hand meeting my face as I look up. He stared intensely, thumb going to my lips and dragging over the remaining red liquid on them. I watch in awe as he lets me go, hand going up, lips to his thumb, taking that one drop. The action alone makes me shiver, thighs feeling empty and my insides warming up. 

It doesn’t take long for him to drag me to the floor, holding my hand as he swings me around as I’m trying to follow his steps, often missing the beats. We both laugh, hands going everywhere, but always at least one of them interlocked with the other person. He pushes me away, pulls me back, turns me around and feels me up, every action going in sync with the music, always bearing that sweet smile on his lips. One of his hands suddenly drags my thigh up his leg, my dress rolling back to my upper thigh as his fingers draw upwards. I’m holding onto him, faces closing in. 

“Isn’t this a Tango move?” I ask, voice low. 

“Well, don't hurt anyone to try it” he whispers back, breathing heavily into my side. Nose tangling in my hair. He suddenly pushes me back again, making me let out a gasp as I’m spun around, the song abruptly ending with me leaned down, his arm on my back, making sure I don’t fall. 

“You know, if I wasn’t the good-looking gentleman I am today, I might let go right now” he teases, the smirk finding its way back. I automatically hold him harder, my grasps firm. He wouldn’t dare. 

“If I fall, then you’re going down with me” 

“On top? I wouldn’t mind that”

[admirationandromantics]

Camping Date

So cute, so adorable, it's great! I love date ideas, whether it's a spa night, or going out. Already being an established couple takes out the awkwardness and uncertainty of it all, I think. My writing is not top notch at this time, so I have to apologise for that, but the fact that you still like stuff is absolutely marvellous. Thank you all for requests, and the fact that you read what I write. It's incredible, and I appreciate it so much!! <3

Word count: 1,8k (Unedited)

🍋‍🟩Hello skilful writer, imagine briefly mentioning in a group setting (around Josh) that you haven’t ever been camping before because your family wasn’t that type of family to go and you’d never got the opportunity and you get an invitation to the lodge during the summer just for a casual hangout thinking nothing of it. You are welcomed by Josh at the door and you’re surprised by the fact it’s so quiet and he said he just wanted to hang out with you, he covers your eyes with his hands while he leads you out to the back garden and there’s a lovely tent (not huge but enough space for sleeping bags, a fridge as well as a tv and console and you guys game and stuff, you’ve never felt so seen and he admits he has never felt what he feels with you (delusional, I know) -@b3rryb3t

“Yeah, I love mountain climbing, camping comes natural with that as well” Sam explains, taking a sip of her drink. I’m sitting on the floor, using the edge of the couch as back-support. Josh is sitting on the cushions next to me, occasionally reaching out his leg for me to give him some attention. 

“You know, setting up camp on a wall, looking out into the abyss, it’s gorgeous!” 

“Sounds a little too much like extreme sports to me” Jess chimes in. 

Everyone was sharing some types of camping stories, Josh and his family, Sam when climbing, Jess and Emily who were basically forced out because they needed family time. Mike told us about that one time he and the rest of the boys went, and we all listened with curious ears. 

“Well, Josh was the only one who really knew what to do, so while he fixed everything, we made the fire” 

“Wow, they made the fire like real men” Ashley whispers sarcastically to the other girls, and we all laugh. 

“Tell us, how much time did you use to get it going?” 

“Well…” 

Josh interrupts him with a scoff, leaning back on the couch as everyone’s eyes fall on him. 

“They didn’t manage, when I was done with setting up, they had at least used forty minutes, and weren’t even close blazing it up” 

Everyone starts laughing while Matt, Mike and Chris silently look down on the floor, not daring to say anything else. I shift my gaze upwards, leaning back against Josh’s leg. His hand comes down to stroke my hair, fingers tangling down until he reaches my neck. Thumb rubbing soft, warm circles as I lean my head back. 

“And what about you? Got any good camping stories?” 

I think back, but I can’t remember. My family never went, and usually my friends have gone on family holidays, so they couldn't exactly invite me. 

“Never gone camping before” 

“What?” Josh exclaims, a bit shocked. His fingers stop their attack, and I nudge his leg, urging him to continue. 

“Lucky” Emily says, letting Matt wrap a hand around her. 

“Why have you never gone?” Sam asks. These people really couldn’t imagine it. I keep my explanation short, urging them to keep talking about something else. 

“Never had a family like that, and most of my friends didn’t go either. Those who did went with the rest of their family” 

Everyone hums in reply, understanding the situation, and Josh finally resumes the massage. I turn my head, giving his knuckles a small kiss and smiling before turning to the others again. Sam suddenly gets a glint in her eyes, sitting a bit up and exclaiming. 

“We should go camping with the whole group sometime!” 

“No!” “Yes!” People shout out at the same time. Then everyone starts yelling at each other, explaining why or why not this would be a good idea. My hand finds its way to Josh’s leg, slithering around him and using it as a pillow while I sit beneath him. 

***

We’re walking up to the lodge, the path being much easier when there isn’t a bunch of ice and snow in the way. He invited me over for a “summer getaway”, the complete opposite of what we usually do. It’s still cold here, it’s a mountain after all, but we don’t need gloves nor huge jackets. Instead of dark pine trees and white ground, the surroundings are blooming in greens and flowers. The trees look much more lively when the sun shines down and brings their dark colours forth. 

“Okay, we’re here” Josh exclaims, stopping in front of the lodge. 

“The mountain is easier to climb in the summer” I state, looking around. I can’t get enough, the colours and atmosphere. Occasionally seeing a small animal, which normally would have frightened me, but now, feels completely natural. 

“It is, sorry to say, but you’ll not be able to see for a while” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You need to put this on” he says, holding a black piece of fabric in front of me. Usually, I would oblige at once, but considering we’re on a mountain with a bunch of wild animals. 

“Josh, I know I look good, but do you really think this is the place?” 

He laughs, rolling his eyes as he comes closer. His lips meet mine, caressing them with such tenderness, I can’t help but blush. It’s nice to know that even though we’ve been together for so long, he still makes me all giddy and flustered. As we kiss, I feel something heavy in front of my eyes, his hands making their way to the back of my head, fiddling with a knot. He tightens it, luckily not too tight, before leaning away and taking both my hands in his. 

“Okay, you need to trust me on this”

“Famous last words” I joke, and he snickers, walking backwards in front of me. He leads me away, a couple of turns and swings, occasionally having to tell me if there’s a road block. 

“You know, this is what people do when they’re about to kill someone” 

“Or take them very hard against a tree in the middle of the forest” he adds. 

“Hmm, wouldn’t be opposed to that idea” 

“Then I’ll keep it in mind” 

“Shit” I blurt out, leg walking into something which stumbles me. Josh is quick, letting me fall on him while one hand goes around my waist to hold me up. 

“Sorry, should’ve told you about that branch” 

“I hate being blind” 

“I’m kinda into it” 

“Of course you are” 

We continue a bit more, being even more careful than before. He keeps saying we’re almost there, and I can’t wait to see what he means. He explains each step, making sure that I’m prepared for everything. 

“Okay, this last one is a bit tricky, but you need to sit down” I nod, bending my knees before sitting completely down on the mossy ground. My feet are hanging down, signalling there’s a drop here. I wonder how far. He lets go of my hands, and I call out. 

“Yeah, I’m right down here, I need you to jump” 

“Josh, I can’t jump if I can’t see how far or where I’m going” 

“Yes you can, just trust me, come on” 

“Fuck” I mutter, the idea being terrifying. I take a breath, hands gripping the edge of the rock, scooching from the moss to the hard, stone edge. I jump, hands letting go and body in the air. I’m caught almost immediately, Hands going to my waist, slowly putting me down on the ground. I let out a breath of air, the thought was scarier than the fall. 

“You made me think it was much further down” 

“I didn’t say anything about the height” he laughs with a bit of a cocky attitude. I know he can’t see it but I roll my eyes. Gosh, were we almost there yet?

“Okay, we’re here” 

He moves behind me, hands on my waist, keeping me steady. I take off the fabric, the sunlight immediately blinding. A couple of seconds later, I’ve finally adjusted, and am met with a cozy tent. In the middle is a small fire, not lit yet, with a bunch of pillows and blankets all over. There’s a huge dark one between some trees, set up like a screen, with a projector set up right by it. Consoles are beside it, and a small portable ice-bag is laid next to the tent. 

I can’t even muster up words, everything being completely perfect and fixed. 

“Oh my god” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Josh I love it”

I turn to him, a loving smile on his lips as I capture them in mine. He did all of this for me. 

“Is this why you wanted to come up first?” 

“Well, had to set everything up” 

“I love you so incredibly much” 

He deepens the kiss, hand coming behind my head, pulling me closer. My arms fall around his shoulder, hugging him tightly. What a wonderful guy, I must be the luckiest girl on earth. 

“You said you’ve never been camping before, and I know having all this tech-stuff here is not quite traditional, but-”

“It’s amazing, I can’t believe you did this for me” 

I give him another small kiss, taking his hand and leading him into the area. Everything is planned out, the daylight slowly giving out already, making the projector visible. We sit down, and he opens a drink before handing it to me. The clearing is beautiful, rocky moss ground and trees. A little squirrel climbs up, curiously looking down at us. 

“How did you get the idea?” I ask, curious about his creativity. 

“Well, you told me you never had been camping before” 

My heart melts at the memory. A small thing, really, but he remembered it, and did something about it. He wanted me to have this experience, and he wanted to have it with the both of us. He walks up, turning on the projector and grabbing a couple of consoles before sitting back down beside me. 

“So, have you done this with a lot of people?” I ask teasingly, leaning against him as he takes a sip. 

“Nah, none have been that special. I’ve never quite felt before what I have with you” 

“Neither have I” 

He puts the drink down, hand going to my arm, urging me to do the same. I oblige, letting him lead me down, back pressed against the moss. His lips find mine, capturing them in a passionate manner. I open my mouth, letting my tongue roam over his lip. His hands wander over my body, groping and massaging every tender area. A small moan escapes my lips, and I feel him smile against me, slowly moving down to my exposed neck. 

I open my eyes a bit, seeing the squirrel watching intently. I almost let out a laugh from the sight, and use my fingers to nudge him in the side. 

“Josh…” “Mhmmm” he mumbles, continuously attacking my neck. He’s focused, working his mouth with magic. 

“Someone’s watching us” 

“What?” 

He stops immediately, looking around worriedly. I laugh, pointing up at the animal. He looks in the direction, a foul expression on his face as he notices. 

“Damn that thing” 

“You know, you have made so much ready here, let’s play a couple of games before spending the night in the tent” I tease, sitting up and taking another sip of my drink. 

“I promise you, no one sleeps well when camping” 

“Then it’s good we’re not planning on sleeping”

[admirationandromantics]

Teacher's Lounge

Another request! I'm thinking about not posting updates to anonymous requests, and instead just pasting said request in here? I'll tag you if you didn't ask anonymously. It's easier and more neat.

🍋‍🟩 Hear me out, Josh becoming a temporary teacher for film with his own office, he often let you study in there seeing as the campus didn’t have enough study space to accommodate everyone and you become quite overstimulated on a normal day (@b3rryb3t)

This is therefore maybe a teacher x student thing, but you're roughly the same age anyway (maybe 2 years difference), since he graduated before you and has already come out with his debut movie. You're still hanging out with the friend group as well.

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It’s hard to find good reading spots on campus. My messy room could be an option, but I can’t get inspired there. I need different surroundings than what I’m used to. Booked rooms are a no-go, especially now that exams are coming closer. They’re always booked, and everyone uses them. I’ve tried going to the library, but if there’s room, the place is never quiet. The librarians don't care. I get it though, everyone is stressed, and the only place you can work on a group assignment is the library. You have to talk, you have to discuss. This means that I’m still left without a spot to study. I’ve tried other libraries, other cafes and even at my friends place. Nothing works. Maybe there’s something in the other buildings? Somewhere quiet where I’ll feel content. 

The first building that comes to mind is the Teachers house. A large building with some group rooms and many small study sofas. Many of the teachers have offices there, but if I'm quiet, they won’t mind. These spots are usually also taken, but maybe I’ll have a chance if I’m quick. 

I walk down the hall, stopping when I see the old abandoned office. This room is usually always empty, waiting for someone to inhabit it. But it’s not empty anymore. The previously collected dust is cleaned away, the wood door has a new furnish and a brand new slide-on plate reads a familiar name. Joshua Washington. 

I widen my eyes in surprise, it cannot be. Why is he here? Didn’t he already finish his degree? He just finished his debut movie, which was excellent. I saw him at one of Emily’s parties too, which was not long ago. About three weeks. He looked good then, very good. Like he felt fulfilled and accomplished. He should feel good about himself. Not many people do that on their first big project. He did talk about a new job he got, but I assumed it was another film-related gig. Was this the job? 

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I carefully knock three times. The sound is beautiful, hard and dark wood which doesn’t vibrate as I hit it. I wait, hearing shuffling and metal clinking inside. 

“Um, yeah, come in!” 

I open the door, holding the handle hard. If I was wrong, then this would be an awfully awkward encounter. The door glides easily without making any sound. They have really improved this place. He lifts his head, meeting my stare as he does. A smile creeps on his face, eyes lighting up by the sight. I stand still, mouth agape and furrowed brows. He’s really here. 

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite student” 

“You teach here?” 

“As of this Monday, yes” 

I close the door behind me, looking around the room. It’s cozy, filled with family pictures and a couple of movie posters. His diploma is also on the wall. On one surface are many small film trophies from his childhood, and in front of all of them, the price he got last year for his first debut Hollywood movie. I look around in awe, the yellow light making everything feel so professional and real. 

“And by the way, I’m not your student, I take another course” 

“That can’t stop me from stating that you’re in a superior’s office” 

“How did you get this job?”

“They offered it to me”

“Just out of nowhere? You don’t have experience in teaching. You’re not even a professor” 

“I guess my talent shines through”

I look at him and his smug face. He’s leaning back in the roller chair, feet upon his desk. Everything here is so neat, so unlike him. He also loves being able to joke like this, but honestly, I’m still surprised by the circumstances. He made one movie, and now, the university wanted him to teach a course? 

“If I know you correctly, you’ll probably be fired by the next month” 

“And why’s that?”

I take a seat in front of him, not surprised that the chair is lower than him. Oh, how he loves his power trips. The chair is comfortable, and suits the surroundings, but I feel small. 

“Because you can’t keep your hands to yourself” 

“That’s true” 

“There’s only a question about time, when will you fuck one of your students, and when will you get caught” 

He laughs, shaking his head as he fiddles with an expensive ball pen. He looks at me in disbelief, maybe a little surprised that I said exactly what I thought. 

“Who’s to say I haven’t done it already?” 

“One week into the job?” 

“Maybe” 

“You’re disgusting, Washington” 

“That’s Mr. Washington to you” he corrects, pointing at me with the same pen. I smile at him, almost unable to hide my laughter. 

“I’m not gonna start calling you that” 

“Ugh, damn you” 

A slight silence follows, and analyse his desk. Many, many pens, his laptop, a stack of papers and a couple of memory sticks. Again, everything is so neat. It makes me feel weird. 

“By the way, I actually haven’t had a teacher-student relationship” 

“You shouldn’t” I quickly shoot back. It would not be a good idea. Being in the filming industry is hard in itself, but he also has a shot of doing something more. This was not something to take lightly. 

“At least not gonna with my own students” 

“Jesus Chris Josh”

He laughs again, loving my overdramatic reactions. He knows what gets me to tip over, how to make me irritated and upset. Of course he’ll use it to his advantage. 

“Anyways, what are you doing here? Isn’t your building on the other side of campus?” 

I sigh loudly, leaning back in the chair and letting my head fall back. I’m tired, exhausted even. But just two more weeks, and I’ll be finished with the exams. My diploma isn’t far away. 

“Trying to find a study spot, but everywhere is taken”

“Why don’t you just use your dorm?”

“Easy for you to say, you never lived in one”

He leans back, furrowing his brows and being deep in thought. 

“You could sit here?” 

I look up, surprised by the offer. Is that even okay, am I, as a student, allowed to do that? I think about it, the place is quiet, cozy and a completely different atmosphere than usual. It could work. 

“Can I?” 

“Of course, it wouldn't be the first time you’ve been in my quarters” he teases, leaning back over the desk. 

“Haha, very funny, but are you serious?” 

“Yeah, I mean, my students usually don’t come here, too busy actually understanding the material, compared to some” he points at me and my backpack. I roll my eyes. 

“Well, if getting my degree consisted of knowing the on and off button of a camera, I would excel at it”

“Careful, or you might not get to study here” 

“Okay, okay, sorry. You’re an accomplished producer and teacher who’s totally awesome” 

“And you have to call me Mr. Washington”

I scoff at his request, shaking my head. He’s still smiling, biting casually into his lower lip. 

“I draw the line there”

“Fine”

I take up my laptop, immediately starting to type. This was gonna be great. Might have some negative effects though. We’ve got a history. Too much time spent together has usually led to more uncivilised activities, but that’s not something I have to worry about now. 

***

The weeks pass, and I truly enjoy his company, even if it’s in silence. He’s busy grading papers and making schedules. I’m prepping for my exams, writing, reading, and memorising. Everything was going great, and the day of the exam finally came. 

I took one look over the questions, and my heart fell. What the hell was this? I did my best, drawing out a mind map to help me refresh my memory. It actually went quite well, if I do say so myself. Not the best, but I’m definitely not failing. 

I walk down the hall yet again, not bothering to knock on Josh’s door. His head rises, noticing my presence, and he smiles. God I love how he smiles. 

“So, how did it go?” 

I close the door, biting my lip as I turn to face him again. He looks up expectantly, eyes big and round. He rises, walking around the desk to face me. 

“It went great!” I blurt out excitedly, arms going out. He smiles, meeting me in a hug as I throw my arms around him. His hands go to my waist, pulling me closer against him. I bury my face in his neck, warm skin against mine, smelling his expensive cologne. 

“See, you just needed a place to study”

“I indeed did”

We break apart a little, arms still holding tight so none of us leaves. He leans in, eyes lowering to my lips. I know what’s about to happen, it has happened a million times before. In his bedroom, a couple of random bathrooms, the mountain lodge, but never in an office. My finger finds its way to his lips, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Mr. Washington, what do you think you’re doing?” 

“Just celebrating” he whispers against my finger, hand going up to take it away. He finds his way to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. 

“You can get in trouble”

“Never stopped us before”

His breath feels hot against my skin, head getting dizzy and body warmer. How long were we going to keep this thing alive? 

“Fuck it” I whisper against him, capturing his lips on mine.