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liseytopia · 28 days ago

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WOAH WHAT?

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Lucky Day [Josh Dun x Reader]

Title; Lucky Day Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader Rating: Explicit CW; Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs

summary; You win a random raffle for a VIP Meet and Greet with Twenty One Pilots during the Clancy World Tour. But when you're left alone in a green room with Josh Dun while Tyler fixes something with the sound check, well, your luck just keeps getting better.

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You didn’t even know that the competition was going on.

You were never one to pay too much attention to social media, especially when it came to trying to hide spoilers of your favorite band’s upcoming tour. The Clancy Tour was supposed to be an amazing show, from your online friend’s spoiler-free descriptions of events. Pyrotechnics and the boys moving all around the entire arena, making sure that every person in every seat had something fun to look forward to. It was really sweet, you thought, how far they were going for this tour. It was a big one, after all, so why wouldn’t they? Your heartbeat was racing in line as you bounced on your feet, seeing each of the security guards offering out numbered bracelets to each person with smiles.

“Here you go,” One said when she finally reached you, “Looks like you’re 121.”

You were a little disappointed not to get double digits for your first show, but you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as you grinned and thanked her. She flashed something of a knowing smile for only a second before moving on to the others behind you. You slipped the band around your wrist and wiggled it into place, looking around curiously to check if anyone else was leaving for food or rest so that you could sneak alongside them. The last thing you wanted was all of these people seeing you scurry away. The thought of all of those eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey, what’s your number?”

It was a different security guard this time, talking to the small chunk of you that had just received bands. The people around you rattled off their numbers as they gazed at their wrists. The security man's eyes settled on you. Your gaze flashed to your band and you repeated 121 to him. The man nodded and pointed at you, reaching out his hand with a quick, “Come with me, please.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you felt your head spin with shock. Did you do something wrong? Had you cut someone by mistake? You looked around at the others in line, all equally as confused as you were. With a shaky nod, you shimmied your way from the line and followed behind the security guard while trying to ignore the wetness of your palms growing ever intense. Panic rattled your head, loud and obtrusive in its indignancy.

You’re going to get kicked out of the show. Someone framed you for a crime. You were complained about and now they had to sort it out and-.

“Here.”

You blinked in surprise, returning to reality as you looked down at the thin, cleanly cut orange wristband with the words ‘VIP WINNER’ across the plastic in white, blocky font. The Clancy logo rested next to it, also in white, a clear indication of its finality alongside it stamped with the Fueled By Ramen trademark at the very edge. It was a legit thing. Your brows furrowed as you took it in your hand, looking back up to the small group of venue organizers and security you had just realized you were brought to.

“O-Oh um. What is this for?” You wondered, holding it up dumbly.

“We decided for a few of these shows to do a little raffle,” One of the venue managers, possibly a Twenty One Pilots crew member, explained, “They’re pretty hush, but we’ve been choosing one or two people at random in the GA line for a small meet and greet with the band. If you aren’t interested in it, we can take it back and redraw a number. Otherwise, if you want to, just talk with venue security at 3:00. Make sure it’s no later than 3:30, though, or we’ll revoke access.”

Meet and Greet. VIP. The words spun in your head as your smile spread on your lips and you nodded. Your legs were shaking and your body was vibrating with excitement. Anticipation. You had won something like that? You must have used up all of your luck for the year, surely, but somehow you were okay with that. Okay because you could come back at three and meet them. You could meet Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph.

And Josh Dun. You had said that already, though.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Tyler, of course. His lyrics hit you where it hurt and his intensity was something you admired greatly. Josh, though…

You thought of pictures of him. His squinty smile as he stuck his broad tongue out to cameras for photographs. His messy hair, now under-dyed red against his strong jaw. His entire body practically rippled every time he hit his drum set in videos, sending beads of sweat flying off of his forehead as he kept beat. The same sweat that made him shine under stage lights and…

“Any questions?”

“N-No. No, thank you. I’ll just be back at 3 then?”

“Yep, that’s all there is to it.”

You guarded your wristband with a thank you and hurried off, shoving it in your pocket and keeping your hand on it as you weaved around people. You tried to ignore the paranoia that all of their eyes were on you. That they had known what you were receiving.

Luckily you made it home in one piece, with enough time to throw yourself into your bathroom for a half-hour shower. You rubbed your hair and body with your favorite scented shampoo and body wash, lathering yourself up to drown in your signature smell. You brushed your teeth at least three times, flossing and throwing back some mouthwash for an extra kick of minty freshness. You bit your lips and watched your face carefully, brows furrowed as you attempted to decide if makeup was a good idea or not. You decided to just wear Chapstick. You’d sweat off all of the makeup in the pit at the end of the night anyway, you forgot to buy setting spray.

The outfit was what took the longest. You swore you felt like you were spending hours debating between two pairs of pants and a mini-skirt when your phone chimed with a reminder you had set up earlier. 2:00. You had an hour to dress and book it to the venue. With a huff and a quick ‘fuck it’ you decided to go with what you knew would be the most practical in a tightly packed pit. Pants with a couple extra pockets, hanging low on your hips as you threw over a Clancy shirt you had chopped up into something of a cropped tank top for the hot weather of your city.

You made it to the venue a little early after. The ten-minute wait until exactly 3:00 was killing you. When the digits of your phone finally switched, however, you mumbled a polite ‘excuse me’ to those in line before reaching the front. The security guard looked at you, a different one from earlier. You cleared your throat and pulled out your wristband from your pocket, relieved you hadn’t forgotten to trade it from your previous pants.

His eyes lit up in understanding and he opened the door to the venue for you. You heard just a few mumbles behind you but chose to ignore them as you entered the space. Air conditioning hit you immediately, making you sigh in appreciation as your wristband was wrapped around your right hand and your ticket for the actual show was scanned. “The doors open at 6:15 and the band has a final sound check at 5, just for some finishing touches. Just wait here while we get you your escort.”

You nodded, mind buzzing as you stood awkwardly beyond the entryway of the space. Your eyes caught those outside through the glass doors, watching you with frowns of curiosity. Blushing and awkward, you shuffled away from the doorway and down the hall a little further towards the venue’s stage. You bit your lip and bounced on your heels as you watched a familiar-looking man hurry towards you with a grin on his lips and a clipboard between his hands. He looked tired.

“Hi! I’m Mark,” He greeted with a nod at you, “You’re the VIP Winner, right?”

“O-Oh! Yeah, yeah that’s me, I’m Y/N” You laughed nervously, “I’m still in shock from that, honesty. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”

“Everyone’s day comes.” Mark laughed with you as he tilted his head, “Well then, Y/N, let's head over. The basic gist of it is that you can come backstage and I’ll introduce you to Tyler and Josh. We have a bit of a little lunch set up in the back, not much just sandwiches, but you can have some if you’d like. Any food allergies?”

“Oh, no, thanks for asking though.”

“All good. I’ll have to have you leave around the final sound check since they’ll need to warm up after.”

“That’s so fine,” You agreed with a nod. You’d still get, what, a couple of hours alone with the both of them? Your mind was on fire and you hoped it wasn’t also on your cheeks as you scurried behind Mark, quickening your legs a bit in order to keep up with him. He must be built for walking fast at this point in his life.

The walk was around the main entrance to the stage and into the backrooms. Security smiled at Mark and greeted him as they let you both through. You tried to stick close, terrified of getting separated, until you came to the open space of a shared break room. Security guards and stage crew were all chatting, munching on sandwiches, and sipping water with grins on their faces. No music played, the room was only filled with talk. You admired the space as Mark pointed it to you, explaining it was where the food was and you were welcome to it. You were shown the bathroom, given a small peak of the stage being used, and then brought all the way backstage until you saw a single piece of printer paper taped to the front of a door.

TWENTY-ONE PILOTS: TALENT

Your heart was a roar in your ears, a crashing wave as you wiped your hands on your pants awkwardly. Mark knocked on the door a few times, calling out after, “Tyler, Josh, you guys decent? I brought the VIP for the Meet and Greet!”

A voice called after a beat of a pause, “Bring ‘em in Markie.”

With a roll of his eyes, Mark opened up the door and gestured for you to go in first. You almost couldn’t move, but you somehow willed your legs into the space regardless.

It was a medium-sized room, with a long countertop that doubled as a sunken vanity in front of a mirror. The other side was decorated with pictures of other performers who had been in the room, their signatures signed on each of them. A couch was tucked under the photographs, and that was where Tyler was sitting with his legs crossed as he peered down at his phone. Josh was standing, however, with a bottle of water in his hand as he pulled at the center of his tank top to allow air to flow between the fabric.

Josh looked up at you first and you swore you were going to melt right there. He smiled as your eyes met, nervous but welcoming as he approached you and Mark with an eager wave of his hand. You swore he’d be wagging his tail if he had one. It made your shoulders relaxed as you smiled back at him, extending your hand as he did his. Your palms touched and you were almost relieved to find that his were literally just as sweaty as yours. You both seemed to tense at it, but your smiles helped you both to come to an understanding that nothing had to be said about it.

Tyler appeared second, his hand in yours for only a moment as he balanced his phone in his other with a polite smile at you as well. “It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler’s voice was kind but shy as he nodded.

“You too,” You laughed in disbelief, “It’s amazing to be able to be here and see you guys. Your music’s done a lot for me, it really has. I’m sure you hear it all the time, but, seriously. I’m excited to see you live tonight.”

“Have you seen any shows before?” Josh questioned. You shook your head ‘no’.

“First time.” You laughed, “It was my Lucky Day to get this too, I suppose.”

“Maybe it was fate.” Josh laughed, and you looked up at him in surprise. His cheeks were rosy as he watched you. His eyes, for a moment, seemed to linger down at the exposed space of your stomach as your crop top rode up before snapping back to your face as you turned to him. The thought made you blush, embarrassed. Did he think your shirt was weird? Was he uncomfortable with your stomach? You tugged at the edges of your shirt slightly, hoping he didn’t notice as you nodded politely.

Mark left the three of you alone, promising to come back when the time was up and for both boys to text him if something came up. Security was right outside the door, giving them time and the boys a safety net in case anything happened. You never would, naturally, but you could imagine how this would have gone if someone with more sinister intentions had gotten in. It seemed to be part of being famous.

Luckily, the three of you grew more comfortable as time went on. Josh led the conversations mostly, asking you about your life and how you found the band. As you talked you relaxed, and that seemed to make Tyler become more open as well. He seemed to be harder to open up than Josh, who was practically holding onto your words and engaging them with questions and small jokes. The jokes bubbled laughter from both of your lips as he did, his phrases sweet but funny as you smiled at him.

It began to grow clear that you and Josh had similar interests. You had expressed your want to learn drums but never had the time with your life. You feared failure and the concept of having to keep so many beats at once with a set overwhelmed you. Josh, eager to prove that it was not hard at all, pulled you to the couch with him so he could teach you basic counting by slapping the coffee table in front of you. You followed his movements and, soon, the both of you were drumming on the wood in sync. The beat wasn’t bad, surely a song you had known from their setlist, as Josh played it with professional ease.

“You’re not bad at all!” Josh complimented as he looked at you from his side, “Maybe you should play a show.”

“Oh god no,” You snorted as you shook your head at him, “In front of that many people? You’re way braver than I am for that, you know?”

“The energy is worth it,” Josh smiled, all teeth, as he looked at you, “But the fire on stage does make it hot.”

‘Yeah you are’ you thought, but bit your lip to prevent the words from falling out on accident.

“Damnit,” Tyler’s voice snapped the both of you out of your conversation. Looking up, you saw the singer running a hand through his hair with a loud groan and a shake of his head. When he looked at you, his face was both anxious and apologetic as he bit his lip.

“The sound mixer is messing up and practically skipping three songs in the setlist,” Tyler complained, frustrated, “I need to go up there and check what they are so I can transfer them from my phone. I’m so sorry, Y/N, it’ll just be a bit. Josh, are you alright here with them?”

“Oh! Yeah, for sure,” Josh nodded, “Go ahead, man, just let me know if you need me out there.”

“I’ll be fine,” Tyler shook his head with a smile, “Just make sure Y/N gets a good lucky day!”

With that he shut the door, leaving you and Josh alone in the green room. Without another to talk with, it felt more…intimate. He felt so close, suddenly, next to you on that couch. Your knees were touching, his skin against yours in his cargo shorts as he kept his hands on the table along with you.

You tried to peek at him from the corner of your eyes. His hair curled around his jawline, fluffy with soft red edges around his neck. Some of his skin was colored too, from where the dye had gotten into his skin and remained there until a few more washes. It must have just been done for the show. You looked down further at his nose, so crooked and long. Lips that bent as he smiled, perfect teeth that you couldn’t help but guess the feeling of on your skin and-.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“No! No no no, sorry!” You flushed red, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn’t think I was staring for that long is all, my bad.”

“What, at me?” Josh blushed in surprise.

You remained silent, looking away from his gaze by putting your face in your hands and trying not to scream in complete embarrassment. You felt tears reach your eyes, unable to help yourself, as your mind raced through the current situation. You hadn’t hidden your crush well enough. You had looked too long. If you explained yourself he’d call you a creep and call security to escort you out without even being able to say bye to Tyler and to thank Mark. Your words stuck in your throat as you inhaled shakily.

“Woah! Hey, hey, hey.”

Arms were around you, dragging you into a firm side as Josh rubbed his palm along your back. You tensed but allowed his touch to soothe you slightly as he pressed in and out according to your breathing. An effort to not make you hyperventilate. It was welcome as you tried to hold your tears back in and pull your hands from your face, sniffling and coughing as you fought away the attack with his help.

“I’m. Ok. I’m sorry.” You were quiet, afraid of your own voice as you nodded, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Josh smiled as he pulled his arms from around you, “I know that feeling. Pressure usually helps.”

“…Do you feel scared before you go on stage all the time?” You wondered, genuinely curious as you leaned back on the couch with an exhausted sigh.

Josh thought for a moment.

“I used to be, I think,” He leaned back with you too, “But now, with Tyler and how far we’ve come…It’s just easier to realize that, well, we’re kind of good at what we do. We love the feeling of the crowd. When I hear so many people from so many different angles I do feel nervous, yeah, but…also excited?”

You stared at him as he watched you back, and he licked his lips with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, I have a hard time wording things. It’s why I don’t talk in interviews that much. Tyler knows everything.”

“No! No, it was really helpful, honestly.” You reached out to give him a reassuring squeeze on his knee, just like he did to your shoulders when you panicked, “Thank you, really. Even if Tyler is busy, I’m honored.”

“Even if it’s just me?” Josh grinned playfully, but the words kind of hurt your heart. Did he think of himself as ‘just him’ often? You knew people online loved Tyler. They loved his lyrics and his energy. Many people loved Josh, too but somehow he still thought that?

“Because it’s you,” You emphasized with the most serious expression you could manage against your nerves, “Don’t tell Tyler, but I’ve always been in your lane more.”

He looked surprised, “Really?”

“Of course! Seeing you go out there and do your best despite your anxiety is amazing. Even from the bits you’ve been singing this tour, everyone is so proud of you. I am too. You’re just…Just so.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from moving downwards just a bit. From his eyes to his lips and then to his chest, which was straining against the fabric of his tank top currently. You tried to swiftly pull them away before you could get caught as you swallowed thickly, “So amazing, is all.”

His cheeks glowed a rosy hue after a few moments, brown eyes wide and all but sparkling under the green room light. He looked so beautiful like this. You couldn’t believe you were in the room with him while he gazed at you with such surprise. You stared at his face, determined to remember every line and imperfection you possibly could. Your hand didn’t move from his knee, squeezing appreciatively as you bit your lip. Once you were sure he noticed you staring for too long, though, you moved your hand from him.

You weren’t expecting his hand to jut out and catch your wrist with a soft ‘wait’ leaving his lips. Freezing up, you stared at him in surprise. He seemed to have surprised himself, too, based on his look. The recovery was quick, though, because Josh cleared his throat and murmured something almost anxiously, “I-I-um. Do you…”

“Do I…?” You furrowed your brow.

“Are you single?” He asked, allowing the words to tumble out before he could second guess them. You blinked once. Twice. You weren’t sure you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“I said um. Uh. Single. Are you?” He seemed to have trouble repeating his phrase. This was likely as embarrassing for him as it was for you and your cheeks felt like they were going to burn your face. Flames licked up to your ears and on the back of your neck as you sat up a little straighter and tried to find the words you were looking for. Anything that could help in this situation as you felt his hand tighten around your wrist hopefully. It sent sparks that led straight to your core as you shook your head.

“I’m uh. Single and ready to mingle.” You laughed at your bad joke, but it was okay because so did he.

“Are you asking…me…out?” You worried you’d be too forward with the assumption. Relief overtook you when he nodded his head in confirmation. You laughed in awe, breathy before nodding in agreement.

“To be fair,” Josh swallowed, as if holding something back, “I’d do…a lot more than just ask you out right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can I show you?”

“Uh,” You blushed, “Sure.”

Then he was leaning forward. Then his lips pressed to yours, tender and testing. You felt your shoulders tense as he held your hand rather than your wrist now, entwining your fingers hesitantly as he did so. You took a moment to register just what was happening before deciding this was just part of the luck you had stumbled upon. Closing your eyes, you let yourself lean into the kiss in an attempt to return it with just as much care as he was offering you.

He smiled against your mouth, happy to have you interacting with him, and then deepened his kiss. He made soft little noises in the back of his throat as he tongued at your lips, parting them to taste the back of your teeth with one long, broad sweep. God, his tongue was so broad. So much different and so, so much more filling in your smaller mouth than you thought possible. You moaned, unable to hold it back as your head spun around the room. Josh’s shoulders tensed and he inhaled sharply through his nose as he registered the sound.

When the both of you pulled away, Josh shuddered. He cast his eye swiftly to the doorway and bit his lip. You followed his gaze carefully, watching as he stood up and hopped over to the entrance. With careful, very slow movements, he did his best to lock the door without alerting the security guards on the other side. He gave you another look, a final wonder of confirmation. Did you want this? Was this okay?

You steeled your courage. This would be your one chance. Sitting up to face him a little more, you leaned back on the couch to shyly spread your legs while biting at your lip. You tried to invite him in with your body language. With the smile on your lips as you dug your fingers into the couch with a shaky sigh. That seemed to do it, at least, because you watched Josh’s eyes grow darker with hunger as he licked his lips without giving it much thought.

He covered the distance in just a few striders, impressive and eager. His lips were on you again as he grabbed your hips, maneuvering the both of you so that you were lying down on the couch and he was hovering over you. The position was a little awkward, given the size of the couch in comparison to the spread of Josh’s legs, but Josh could still kiss you. He could still reach out with one hand and run it along your skin, feeling up the bare expanse that your crop top showed off to him. He moaned as he gave your softer side a squeeze.

His hand covered so much of your body. His grip was calloused in comparison to your softer skin. His fists held the sides of your fat firmly, running fingers over the edges and admiring the softness of your body as he let them wander further up. His tongue pried your mouth open again, unabashed now in the way he was licking and searching. You were helpless to do anything but arch into his touches and offer little moans of appreciation for the things he did well.

He listened to you as his hand touched your chest, feeling the material of your underwear beneath his fingers and moaning into your mouth. When he pulled away, his mouth was wet with drool and desperation. His eyes searched yours, thrilled and needy, and you whimpered at the sight. You reached out, finally letting yourself touch him.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, feeling along his jawline. It tensed a little, but relaxed as you stroked under his chin, hand going around his neck to feel his Adam’s apple bob eagerly. Your fingers lowered further to the edge of his tank top, tracing his collarbone before feeling at the material of it curiously. Without a second to spare, Josh sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. Your breath hitched as you realized the sight that was offered before you, and you swore you got even more wet.

“Holy shit.” You spoke, unable to control the words as Josh laughed breathily. You sat up, inching your own crop top off of your body and throwing it alongside his shirt on the floor. Josh wasted no time in taking both of your breasts into his hand, giving them a firm squeeze. When he was satisfied, he rolled the flesh in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You gasped and whined, arching into the feeling until he got the hint and reached behind you.

There was a moment of Josh fumbling with your bra strap, biting his lips and concentration. You giggled and put a hand on his chest, asking him quietly to sit up a bit more. He complied, releasing you in favor of letting you sit up enough to undo your bra, letting it slide down to the floor with your shirt. You blushed as Josh stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth parted to reveal the pink tip of his tongue sticking out. His chest rose and fell, and your own greedy hands couldn’t be stopped.

Your palm rested on one of his pecs, inhaling as you felt the firmness of it. Josh shuddered under your touch, his voice a soft moan of appreciation as you massaged the flesh, letting your fingers brush along his nipple. He shivered at that, so you did the same to the other and now he whimpered. You smiled, delighted at your findings, before letting your hand drop further down, reveling in the way his abdomen rippled under you. He was solid, just like you had imagined. All hard edges and muscles in the best of ways. You let your hands stop right at the edge of his cargo shorts and your eyes focused on the growing tent that rested between his legs in awe.

“Um,” Josh whispered, trying to keep his breathing even as you touched him, “How far do you want to go?”

You hadn’t thought about that, really. Briefly, you considered the situation, looking at the door and then at the man over you. You bit your lip, considering the time. Considering that Tyler might come back. It hurt because, well, you wanted all of him inside of you. You wanted every inch of that man right there and then. Still, he was a guy you had just met, regardless of how many times you’ve seen his abs on your phone. This was still a public place, and you didn’t want to ruin the day of a staff member for having to clean things off of a couch that wasn’t really necessary.

“Um. It’s a little public,” You admitted with a flush, “But…I’d like to um. We could use our mouths for now?”

His cheeks pinkened again, and he nodded with another lick of his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Plenty of time, right?” He laughed as if trying to convince himself.

You smiled at him reassuringly, reaching out to touch his cheek again with your hand. He leaned into it, you weren’t sure if it was subconscious or not, though.

“Yeah.” You reassured him gently, “Maybe after the first date.”

This seemed to perk him up. At least enough so that he grabbed the hem of your own loose pants and began to slide them down slowly from your hips. You allowed him to remove them until they were down to your ankles, your shoes preventing any further removal. There was plenty of room to spread your legs, though, especially as Josh moved himself just enough to go for his own buckles. He pulled his pants open, lowering them along with his boxers. This was it, you realized as your mouth pooled with drool, this was definitely your lucky day.

His cock was hard, springing free and slapping against his firm stomach. You had always imagined it on the larger side, but holy shit was it different to see it up close. As it throbbed it leaked, precum beading fervently at the tip. A strand of it dripped from the head, leaking down in a long, thin strand onto his pants below. You moaned despite yourself, hungry for the sight before you.

With both of you pantless, it was Josh who made the first move. His hands grabbed your hips and spread you apart, maneuvering your body until you sat normally on the couch with himself on his knees in front of you. The coffee table had been shoved a few inches back to give him room, but his big hands on either side of your thighs made goosebumps erupt on your shoulders.

He pulled you so close to his face that his nose bumped your soft clit, making you whimper. Your core clenched around nothing as his warm breath hit you, ghosting over your folds. He chuckled, amused by your sensitivity as you moved one hand to wrap itself in his curly hair. Giving you one last smile, Josh dove forward without any other warning. His broad tongue licked a solid stripe up the expanse of your lips, dipping down inside just at the top and flicking his clit with his tongue.

You threw your head back into the soft couch, sinking back into it as you whimpered and cried out at his ministrations. He tested things first, giving you long licks and then short thrusts to see which ones pulled the best sounds from you. He focused on the way your hand twisted in his hair or the way your hips tried to buck against his strong grip. Eventually, his tongue found a rhythm of things that made you keen under his touch. He alternated between thrusting his tongue languidly inside of you before licking up to your clit and sucking gently. The pressure applied by his lips was heaven, and you cried out his name in shock as he scraped his pearly teeth against your sensitive bud. Your hips bucked hard, your hand tightening in his hair as you gasped out his name. You slapped your hand over your mouth immediately, gaze shooting towards the door in panic.

Josh grinned, pleased with the reaction, before continuing on. This time, however, he let one of your hips go. You were a mess by the time he pushed his middle finger inside of your dripping entrance, his tongue lavishing your clit with attention as he curled the finger inside of you. Your legs tensed, toes curling in your shoes as you arched yourself up and pulled his head closer to your entrance on instinct.

“J-Josh!” You felt so honored as you moaned his name. You worshiped its syllables on your tongue. You couldn’t believe that you were able to say it. You felt him add a second finger now, pumping them both in an earnest rhythm as he sucked on your clit once more, drool spilling from his mouth and down against his fingers, where he used it as more lube to move faster inside of you. You babbled at him around your hand as you covered your mouth, hips rolling on his face. He took your face-fucking like a champ, allowing you to hump at his lips like an animal. His nose bumped your clit as he shifted his tongue down to join his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning into you as he did so.

It was all it took. You barely warned him as you cried out, your stomach clenching and your release coating his chin as you came. Your legs shook at either side of his head, your hand clenching down hard on his hair before releasing it with a quiet whimper. He ate you out through your orgasm, tongue licking up whatever cum he could reach and swallowing it down. When he pulled his mouth away from you, his lips were red and his mouth dribbled with drool and your juices. He smiled wide at you as you looked up at him, dazed and awed by his ability.

“That was…wow.” You gasped, dazed. Josh nuzzled into your neck in response, kissing it. You felt the wetness of your cum stick to your skin, unpleasant but nothing you cared about as you bumped your nose into the side of his head and sighed with a smile, “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” He murmured back, “You sounded hot.”

You blushed, swallowing as you pulled away from him. The hardness of his own cock was not unknown to you. You looked down between his legs, seeing it even more flushed than it was earlier. He must have been desperate, and you couldn’t help but pity him as you looked up into his eyes. With a reddening face, you leaned forward and wrapped your hand carefully around his cock. Josh gasped at the touch, and it devolved into a moan.

It throbbed the second you put your fingers around it. His cock was so thick you almost couldn’t get your fingertips around the whole thing. The thought of it stretching you out one day made your core throb and your mouth water. You looked up at him through wet lashes, waiting for his permission as you gave it one slow stroke, memorizing the texture of its velvety skin against your palm. Josh threw his head back and sighed, appreciative of the touch, before looking back with concern.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re too tired.” He offered gently.

“Get on the couch, please.” You whispered in reply, eyes pleading and full of lust.

You didn’t have to tell Josh again. Soon you were on your knees in front of him as he spread his legs out, cock hanging between them as he looked down at you from his seat in awe. You bit your lip as you came face to face with his cock. The scent was musky and hot. As you touched the tip of it curiously, the tacky precum followed your finger. It created a single web of wetness that stretched from his dick to your finger, making you inhale sharply. A hand reached into your hair, grabbing at your skull and waiting patiently for you to continue. “We don’t have a lot of time left, I think,” Josh warned with a murmur, “But I’m not sure I’ll last long, either.”

You nodded, willing to say anything as long as it mean you could suck him off. Leaning forward, you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and squeezed. It earned you a breathy, wonderful groan that tugged you just a little forward, hand tightening. You heard Josh inhale as you parted your lips to take in the head of his cock, tongue laving over the tip and dipping into the slit to taste the precum leaking. The action made him throb under you, his hips canting but still doing their best to be mindful of you. It was sweet, and you couldn’t help but smile as you put the whole tip of his cock inside of your mouth and sucked.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Josh gasped in awe, watching you suckle at his cock through hazy lashes. You moved your hand up and down his shaft for a few seconds, simply getting yourself used to the velvety texture and scent of musk. A tug from his hand reminded you there was little time, however, so you took a breath. You hadn’t done this before, at least not on a real cock, so your nerves practically shook your legs as you lowered your head down just a bit further.

He wasn’t terribly long, an average at best, but god was he thick. His girth stretched your lips wide, making your jaw ache as you sucked around him. You weren’t able to keep the drool hidden between your lips, having no choice but to let it dribble down his cock. You tried to gather what you could, using it as lube to jack off what your mouth couldn’t fit down on.

You were rewarded with another curse. His hips didn’t control themselves now as he pushed them up, shoving his cock into your mouth needily. You choked a bit, surprised by the thrust, and he pulled away with wide eyes. A flush burned his cheeks as he let you cough and gasp, spit dribbling from your mouth as he rubbed at your head with one hand.

“I’m so sorry,” Josh apologized through lusty gasps, “It’s, um, been a bit, and - I just - fuck you feel so good.”

You blushed, “I…kind of liked it?”

Josh grinned at the admittance, “I can do it again.”

He sounded so eager it was almost as if he was thinking about it. So you nodded and took a breath to steady yourself. When you lowered your head back down and took his dick in your lips this time, you dragged yourself down as far as he had when he thrust up, pushing further still and ignoring the painful burn in your throat as your lungs ached. You breathed a few times through your nose as you swallowed around him.

Moans and babbles echoed over you as Josh’s hand grabbed your head and pushed down, his hips rolling up. You let him this time, holding his thighs with a grip so tight you were sure to leave little nail marks in them for the show. The thought excited you, and you moaned around his cock. This spurred him to push your head down further, rolling his hips into your mouth until your nose touched the happy trail of rough hairs at the base of his dick. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your mind went fuzzy. Nothing but Josh’s dick mattered anymore, and the moans he made were angelic. Even more than when he sang. You wanted to hear all of them. You wanted to make him feel good, he deserved it.

“Y/N. I-I’m gonna-” Josh tried to breathily warn you, his hand letting up just in case you wanted to pull off of him before he let go. You thought for only a moment, considering what an embarrassment it might be if Tyler saw the dried cum of his bandmate on the couch. Something in you didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. It redoubled your courage as you pulled back a bit to suckle on the tip, letting it slide in and out languidly against your tongue as your hand jacked off the rest of his cock.

It throbbed as he whined. When you licked the underside of his cock head and suckled the tip gently, he lost it. With his head thrown back and his back arched, Josh came with a low grumble. His seed filled your mouth as you drank it from the tip, letting your hand slow down as you milked him of his orgasm. When he slumped back, sweaty and breathy, you pulled off of him with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips, sure to gather any other drool that leaked from you back in. You looked up at Josh, unsure of what to expect.

He smiled down at you, reaching out to stroke your head gently this time with a laugh.

“That was…wow.” He repeated your same words, making you blush as you looked away from him.

The two of you followed up by putting your pants back on and wiping your sweaty foreheads off with nearby towels on the vanity. Josh pulled out two waters from a nearby mini fridge and handed one to you, sitting at your side as the both of you sipped and recovered. You curled yourself into the seat at his side, thinking about the situation. Was he kidding about taking you out? Did he just want to fuck and then leave you like some groupie? You bit your lip to hide your disappointment, but it faltered when you felt a hand wrap around your shoulder and pull. It brought you into a warm side and a nose that nuzzled your head with affection.

“Is this okay?” Josh asked. You nodded gently, unable to speak through your thoughts.

“If you’d like to,” Josh cleared his throat, “We have a day off tomorrow and we plan on spending it in the city before driving up later in the night. We could spend time together then?”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, “You want to?”

“Of course,” Josh smiled, almost embarrassed, “I asked you out, didn’t I?”

So he was serious. The thought made your heart soar. A smile broke on your lips and you were too scared to imagine how red your cheeks must have been as you gave him a nod of confirmation, “There’s a really good southern breakfast place downtown um…Want to have something there first?”

“Sounds great,” Josh rummaged at the coffee table, “Here, put your number in my phone?”

You did, just in time for a loud bang at the door. The both of you were startled, and behind you heard the muffled voice of Tyler, almost amused, call out:

“Can you two get dressed and let me in already? Sound checks in fifteen, Josh!”

You hid your face with a yelp, embarrassed to be caught. Josh laughed, blushing but otherwise didn’t seem too bothered by it. He returned his bandmate's call with a ‘one second’ of his own as he stood up. Looking down at you one more time, he offered you his hand. You took it and stood as well, but not before he asked you:

“Do you want to stay backstage for the show? You can watch from the side, it’ll give you a great view.”

You looked up at the man, so kind and smiling and warm at your face, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You gave a nod of confirmation as you gave up containing the excited smile wanting to spread across your lips.

“I’d love to.”

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clazcy · 8 months ago

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the personae & facets of mr. pilots (both of them) (this is solely about their characters) (the author of this post has did & understands it's a medical experience)

i already made my thing on tyler & the 3 of him (sort of about myself too but that's largely system based) but this will have more detail

(also first & foremost if you're in the seizure search for epilepsy block the #not epilepsy tag so my things will stop coming up. so sorry about that)

tyler tyler - host. author of the songs (mostly). the one we see performing, the son of nico.

blurryface - split from being seized by nico & the trauma that caused. author of goner from npi. bears nico's name but is also a 'blurry face' in the sense that he has no identity besides being controlled. therefore, he tries to control tyler/the body to cope. since he holds the dark thoughts of nico, he enacts those onto tyler. he is a persecutor.

clancy - ALSO split from the seizings but also off of blurry. different from tyler in the sense that's he's more violence focused, different from blurry in the sense that his anger is directed at the abusers. son[? or belongs to the district] of keons, in that sense. author of the album clancy & the letters. also a persecutor because he WILL take control to do whatever it takes to get his way (also he has significantly less of a moral compass).

okay josh

josh josh - this is josh <3 host like tyler & he is josh joshua william dun :) also the one who performs. we don't know his bishop.

spooky jim - same seizing split. however, as seen in choker & that one tweet, he also has some sort of power from this (this is not did canon compliant sadly :( ) & how he's using it depends on whether or not he's actively being seized/controlled (weaponized?). when he's not, it's for good, changing things to pink (happy fun colour!!!) etc. when he is, he's, well. he turned his loved ones into objects. i think this stems from insecurity of losing them (choker) vs changing things for the better (tweet, especially since tyler puts so much emphasis on changing hair to change/control self, it implies spooky was helping him regain control). i think this power is at least semi exclusive to spooky because it's blue, & the bishops use that as their :( colour.

torchbearer - re: clancy, but he's not violent. different path, leader of banditos et cetera. not free from anxiety, but significantly better at coping. i uh. headcanon he has the same power as spooky but uses it to light torches. that doesn't mean anything necessarily but i think it's cute.

questions this answers (kind of) & questions i answer

why is josh always blurry in photos?

a. this is tyler (collective) 's writing & i don't think he (in the story, as the character) realizes that josh is also collective. or

b. he does, but he (as clancy) doesn't see torchbearer (his only counterpart) as a person because he isn't violent. i feel like he's not ready to accept him.

c. something something psychosis they are one person all along fight club style. i hate this one (victim of forest fic) so i hope it isn't true.

who was the one in the trench mvs?

tyler i assume. he spent the longest in trench (within the collective) & has the most story with it.

who's the one in the overcompensate mv?

clancy boy

are there any more within the collectives?

probably not, since this is a story. however. the different facets/or outfits they wear/ways they sing you get it etc could also be different ones maybe. i don't think they are & if they are i doubt they matter as much.

i'm outta questions someone send me more so i can elaborate

#twenty øne piløts #twenty one pilots #tøp7 #clancy #tyler joseph #blurryface #josh dun #torchbearer #spooky jim #personae isn't the word i don't care #i'm writing this instead of my accommodations email to my college #this was supposed tobe a reblog but idon'tcare #not epilepsy #(block that tag if you searched seizure for. seizure reasons. i'll use that word a lot)

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sunmovesbehindyou · 4 months ago

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One Of Your Girls

moodboard for my new fic

Popstar Tyler Joseph invites rockstar drummer Joshua Dun to be in his music video.

#joshler #joshler fanfic #joshler fic #josh dun #tyler joseph #gayboy #gay #smut #troye sivan

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thefootnotes · 2 months ago

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whereisyourfuckingrage · 3 months ago

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anything by emojidun is literally from heaven and the entire fic world quivers before it (i read all their fics in an hour). if you wanna read a long, long slow burn highschool college blah blah au then read ‘it’s too damn cold for a summer night’. if you wanna read fluff and a completely different au, you should read my fic! i’ll link it for you (the filthy self-promoter i am)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57477583

I JUST REALISED I AM NOT YOUR MUTUAL. SO SORRY.

TØP MUTUALS CAN YOU GUYS GIVE ME JOSHLER FIC RECS PLS IM BORED!!!!!

#HELP #twenty one pilots #these are all good fics though #consider my offer #:3 #joshler #tyler joseph #joshua dun

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oldiesstationlover11607 · 3 months ago

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Hello,

I was wondering if maybe you could write some sort of fluffy story with torchbearer Josh. Maybe something angsty/fluffy, like reader being worried about him before the Banditos go to do the big fight at Dema in Paladin Strait? If not, that’s okay too. No pressure. I’m just happy I found someone writing TØP on this site.

We're Going Back - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x GN!Reader

Pairing: TorchbearerJosh x Gender Neutral Bandito Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, fight between Josh and Reader (reader actually is mean guys) There's fluff at the end tho!!

Word Count: 1523 (a nice long one for you anon)

Summary: When Reader finds out that Clancy and Torchbearer are going back into Dema she does everything she can to prevent it.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it anon. Please feel free to request more because I honestly love writing for twenty one pilots. And requests are what help keep me writing I-/

Note - some of this is headcannon for the purposes of making the story work

The day Clancy and I left Dema, I knew there was no going back. It just wasn’t happening. We’d managed to escape together. He’d been outside the walls alone before but during the annual assemblage he’d convinced me to ‘tag along’ as he’d put it. We’d been close friends growing up in Dema, that was just the way it was. Things changed once we left. I remember the day I met the Torchbearer, Josh. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to learn his name. For reasons unknown; he'd kept it a secret known only by his closest friends (or in my case, girlfriend). Clancy and I had only spent a few weeks at the Bandito camp before he was recaptured. He was gone for years. While I knew Josh was looking out for him, I knew exactly what kind of pain Clancy was going through. It was Dema. Josh hadn’t grown up within the walls like Clancy and I, things were different for him, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Which was why when he reunited with Clancy and brought him back to the camp, my panic attacks started.

“Oh god you look so different,” I cried into Clancy’s shoulder, “are you okay? I mean, of course you’re not. You’re back.” He nodded quietly, I could feel the tightness of his body in my arms. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We’re going back in,” he voiced bluntly, looking at Josh who nodded knowingly. This wasn’t happening. Clancy wasn’t going back, he’d just gotten out. He’d just been forced against his own will to create propaganda for the very institution that nearly killed us. Not to mention Josh hadn’t been physically in the city for longer than a few hours before. Of course they weren't going in there. Right?

“You should go get some rest before we start preparations,” Josh said, clearly noticing the shocked look on my face. “It’s good to have you back, Clancy.” Clancy’s eyes darted to mine before he walked toward the tent that had been empty for years. Josh and I were left alone, standing in the middle of the camp.

“You said we,” I muttered.

“I did,” he replied, looking at me carefully. He’d grown used to the constant nightmares I’d had about my time in Dema and worries about Clancy. “You know why we're doing this,” He said. His tone made it clear he was stating the obvious.

“You’re going with him,” I could feel my head throbbing as I grabbed his hand tightly. Josh looked at me, a quiet sigh escaping him while he led me to our private tent.

“Of course I am.” He said matter of factly; like he never would have even considered another option. We sat down, his arms wrapping around my torso, the brightly coloured tattoo sleeve peeking out under his shirt.

“It’s not safe and you goddamn know it Josh,” my voice trembled as I remembered my time in the city. All I could think about was how isolating and cold it was. Josh almost chuckled, despite the fact that the situation really wasn’t funny.

“I’m aware it’s dangerous,” He retorted, his hand resting on his forehead before he looked at me again,“I’m not gonna let him go in there alone.”

“The bishops will kill you the second they see you, and then what? The rebellion is over. Both of our leaders will be dead, the banditos will be killed and everyone will have lost.” Josh was getting frustrated now, his grip on me loosening with every exchange. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, I could tell, but he knew if he tried to walk away I’d just follow him.

“That’s not going to happen. We have a plan, we’ll be fine,” He said, his voice full of empty hope. I knew what I was about to say when I said it, I knew I was firing a shot. One I’d been keeping in till I needed to use it.

“Oh and how did your last ‘plan’ turn out Josh? What with Clancy being recaptured and forced to write SAI?” He dropped his arms from me and moved away so he was sitting directly in front of me.

“Don’t.” He snapped, a hand raising and pointing at me. “Don’t bring that up.” He clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as anger and frustration was starting to overtake his mind. I had to fight the urge to continue throwing emotional bullets his way. I was going to make it clear to him that it was dangerous in Dema, that he couldn’t go, regardless of whether or not it hurt our relationship. Because I loved him and I couldn’t lose any more than I already had.

“Why not?” I challenged him, “It was your plan.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” he exhaled, his whole body tense now as he yelled. “You don’t think I lay awake at night thinking it’s all my fault Clancy was captured?” His fists were clenched, he was fighting the urge to punch something. Maybe himself, maybe a wall. He closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm himself like he’d taught me when I’d had nightmares. He looked like he was about to check out for the rest of the day, what I’d said really had an impact on him. “Stop,” He managed to mutter, still fighting to stay in control of his emotions.

“Okay,” I nodded. I knew exactly how he’d felt about Clancy and SAI. I knew he thought it was his fault so he spent every waking hour with Clancy, making sure he could get back safely. I knew he blamed himself, not only for Clancy’s time back in Dema but also for hurting me. He hated himself so much already and hearing me remind him of what he thought about himself all the time was making him feel terrible. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting for a moment before he finally spoke again, his voice shaky. “Just stop… please..”

I reached out to hold him, “I’m sorry, I went too far Josh.” He rested his head into the crook of my neck, quiet sobs filling the air. He melted at my touch, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer as he held back sobs.

“Please,” He eventually muttered, “Please don’t hate me.”

“I could never hate you, I’m just scared. I don’t want you or Clancy leaving me again, I can't take any more losses,” I pressed my lips to his temple.

“I know, I know,” He mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut as he was trying to compose himself. I continued to hold him tightly, not wanting to ever let go. “I’m scared too,” he added, his voice quiet. Eventually he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes slightly bloodshot from crying. He took a deep breath, still trying to keep hold of whatever composure he could. “We’ll be fine, I promise,” he mumbled, but even I could tell he had doubts.

“You can’t promise that,” I sighed.

“Watch me,” he replied sternly, though the shakiness in his voice didn’t help. He reached a hand out now, a cold palm cupping my chin as his eyes met mine. “I promise, we’ll come back. You have my word.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine for a few moments.

“If I lose you, I need you to know that you're the best thing to ever happen to me, Torchbearer.” I tried desperately to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to let him go.

“Don’t talk like that,” He whispered, “Not like you’re already saying good-bye to me.” I cupped his face gently, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to wade off tears. He melted into the kiss, gripping his hands at my sides as he held onto me. He deepened the kiss, his head tilting so the angle was better as he pulled me closer. I would’ve been happy to stay here if it meant him not having to leave. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering.

“It's time to start packing supplies and getting the others ready if we want to make it on time.” With a slight exhale Josh pulled away, turning to look at Clancy and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah we need to get moving,” he mumbled, his hands letting me go.

“Josh?” I called, catching him just before he followed Clancy outside.

He turned to look at me again, a hint of concerned look plastered onto his face.

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice quiet.

“You better keep that promise.” I desperately attempted to hold back my sobs, knowing full well that as soon as one slipped I was a goner.

“I will,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me again. “I’ll come back.” With careful hands he reached out and wiped away a stray tear that was rolling down my cheek. “I’ll always come back to you.”

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

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liseytopia · 28 days ago

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OHMHYGOSH

uhhh marry me???!?!!?!?!?!?

i have zero idea if u write for josh but if u do i would be like VERY happy <3

in the trenches rn (pun intended) so i need me sum angst WITH COMFORT

nd if u dunno what to do then u can base it off tear in my heart, the craving or formidable

- lisey 🐈

nails in skin

PLSSSSS hon you know i deliver ��🏻🙏🏻

pairing: josh dun x gn!bandmate!reader

summary: you've been stressed lately; deadlines not being met in the band and family issues have been eating away at you, and it's not until blood is drawn you realize you need to calm down.

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, angstttt (as promised!!), cursing, hurt/comfort, mentions of death and sickness (no actual death tho!!!), injury

word count: 1,847, should take about 14 minutes to read

listen to: tired by beabadoobee

WHEN YOU WERE younger, you always thought the concept of a mid-life crisis was stupid. you thought you'd have your life under control. but, right now, that clearly wasn't the case.

ever since covid came, things had been harder. that's clearly not a shocker. for starters, there was the obvious flaw of not being able to go out and do things. being cooped up in the house was nice for a day or two, but eventually, being stuck inside made it harder to work on stuff.

before this had even started, you, your fiancée, josh, and your best friend, tyler, had begun work on a new album. but, now that you couldn't meet in your studio, things had been harder. a lot harder.

and finally, to top it all off, your grandma was in the hospital. it wasn't for having the virus, thank god, but rather a hip injury. however, you were scared to death she'd somehow contract it and she'd get worse than she already was.

all of this together, and what do you get? you'd figured a mid-life crisis.

all through this, josh was just trying to help. when this all first started, at the start of the pandemic, he was relatively good at fighting the fire that was you and calming things down. for example, there was a time just when covid started.

you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone alongside josh. you were resting your head on his shoulder, completely content. his hand was rubbing your back as you sleepily scrolled through your instagram feed. until you got an email.

your eyebrows furrowed as you saw it came from mark. you clicked on it and the words you read stunned you.

"hey,

we can't work in the studio tomorrow or the rest of the week. covid protocols. sorry."

it was so short, yet so concerning. well, what were you gonna do? you turned and looked up at josh. "you get this email?" he shook his head as you showed him. "we can't just not record."

"it'll pass. it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "we'll probably get cleared to work there by the end of the week." you looked up at him meekly.

"you sure?"

"almost certain." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. "you always get so worried."

turns out, you were getting worried for good reason. at the end of the week, you contacted mark, asking if you were able to record in the studio. he said no and to wait another week.

that week turned into two, which turned into three, then finally a month before anything happened. a month of sitting around stressed you out like nothing.

constantly, you were caught bouncing your leg or pacing around the house for no particular reason. but, every time josh caught you doing that, he would calm you down. put a hand over your shaking leg, offer you guys to go on a walk. it was all you could really do with your current situation, but it worked.

but, when you got news of your grandma being admitted to the hospital, all hell broke loose in your mind. you had fond memories of her as a kid: baking pumpkin pie together during thanksgiving, coloring together, swinging in the tire swing in her backyard that was up just for you and your siblings. you refused to believe it might be possible that woman would be gone.

the second your mother told you, you immediately drove out to the hospital. josh was out getting groceries, but your mind was in such a frantic state, you didn't even think to call.

the drive there was a blur for you. eventually, you arrived at the hospital. after a check-in with your parents to confirm nothing bad was happening yet, you calmed down a bit. but, you still worried, as you weren't allowed to be in the room for too long.

you were the for a few hours before you decided to leave. as you checked your phone, there were at least four missed calls from josh. shit.

when you got home, you thought you'd calmed yourself down. but, when josh confronted you asking what happened, it was clear you didn't.

you walked into the door, the sound of your keys jingling as you pulled them out of the lock. you threw your purse onto a table in the mudroom and leaned against the wall for a second. "baby?" you heard a voice call out from further inside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps and paws coming towards you.

you looked up and saw your fiancee and your dog, jim, heading towards you. jim's face was so happy to see you as he ran through the hall that you almost forgot of your burdens for a second.

you crouched down to pet jim. "hi, sweet boy," you cooed as you petted him. he started to jump on you before josh stopped him. "jim, down!" he whined, but followed the order. he was a relatively well-trained dog, but he just was happy to see you.

you sighed as you started to stand back up. "where were you? are you okay?" josh rapid fired as you stood your ground.

and suddenly, the dam broke. “ya, i…i’m fine. it’s just-” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. the words physically couldn’t escape your throat. tears started to well and your eyes.

“hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” josh immediately ran to your side, engulfing you in a tight hug. you shakily inhaled and hugged him back. “you don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna.” his arms are warm as you stayed in that position for at least a couple minutes.

suddenly, jim started to jump at you both. you laughed as you both pulled away to look at him. “damn dog.”

you thought you’d get over it. in theory, it was easy, as your mom was constantly in the hospital, sending updates. and honestly, your grandma was doing just fine.

still though, there was something eating away at you; the thought she was in a prime spot to contract the virus.

you just didn’t want her gone.

also, deadlines for the band weren’t being met. again, it was reasonable; you guys couldn’t meet up in person, so almost all of this had to be on call. that was a major shift for the three of you, compared to meeting in studios, so it was no wonder not much work was getting done.

but, it was stressing you out like nothing. you had no schedule, no plan, no work, nothing to ground you.

about a month after your grandma was admitted was when it started to get bad.

you started losing yourself in a way. you found yourself checking your phone every few seconds for something to reassure or stimulate you, tugging at your hair, laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling.

but, most importantly, you were ignoring your fiancée, josh.

he tried to reach out immediately when this started, being the kind person he is. but, you denied him, saying you were fine and it would pass.

clearly, it didn’t. as it got worse, he kept on trying to get you to calm down, but still, you shut him down.

you didn’t accept his help until that day.

you woke up in a bad mood that day. scratch that, horrible. you woke up with a pit in your stomach leading to god knows where and it felt like the size of jupiter.

immediately, when you went to get your morning coffee, you could feel it growing worse. josh was doing laundry in the basement, so he couldn't see how you were doing. jim, however, was upstairs, and when he heard you walk down, he scurried to you. even having his warm fur brush against you, you felt worried. his touch made you feel almost overstimulated.

before josh came up, you decided to go to the store then make breakfast to try and distract yourself.

the drive there and grabbing everything made you even more worn out. the bright lights of the store bugged your eyes, and for whatever reason, your ears couldn't stop ringing.

but, you pushed through until you got home, trying to ignore the feeling in you that you should rest. josh, at this point, was in the living room. when he saw you come home, he almost immediately knew something was wrong. but, you shrugged him off.

as you laid out the ingredients on the counter, josh snaked up behind you. "i can make you breakfast," he insisted.

"it's fine," you replied. sharp. insistent.

"are you sure? you seem...jittery."

"i'm sure." your tone was firm. you pulled out a cutting board to start chopping fruit. as you started to cut, josh couldn't help but notice the slight wobble in your hands.

"darling, seriously, i don't really trust you with a knife right now." you ignored him, continuing to cut. "you need to tell me if something's going on." no response. only the sound of the knife against the cutting board.

"i'll be fine," you snapped, setting the knife down. you stayed looking away from josh.

"i know you. you're not fine. you need to tell me what's happening." you started to walk to the cabinet, grabbing a bowl.

"nothing's happen-" you started to yell, when all of a sudden, you lost grip on the bowl, causing it to fall on the counter. you froze. "shit." you mumbled over and over again. "shit, shit, shit..." without you thinking, you tried to grab a shard when it cut your hand. you winced and pulled your hand away.

"woah, baby, hey, it's okay." josh quickly held you from behind. "let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" he rambled. "come on, let's go, let's go, it's okay, you're fine."

you didn't know why, but suddenly, you felt stiff. like a bomb about to set off. josh set you up on the counter of the sink in the guest bathroom as he grabbed a first aid kit. he was gentle as he cleaned your cut, knowing it would hurt. and it did. the sting honestly brought you back.

as he bandaged your cut, you felt tears coming out. "fuck, i'm so sorry." you wiped your eyes.

"it's okay."

"no, it's not. i acted like a bitch all of today and now i'm here hurt and you're patching me up. that shouldn't be how it is." as he stuck the final bit of the bandage down, he looked up at you.

"hey. look at me." you looked in his eyes. "it's okay. i'm not mad at you. you had a reason for feeling that way. i'm not dismissing that. all i ask is next time, you just tell me, okay? cause i don't want you getting hurt cause you didn't tell me about something."

you sniffled and nodded. "thank you." he smiled and grabbed your chin, pulling your face in to kiss you.

"of course. come on, i'll make you breakfast."

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warmglowofsurvival · 1 year ago

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rainbowhoodlumart · 4 years ago

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I still have 4 copies left of my twenty one pilots/Joshler fan fic book!

The Taxi Cab Man is a twenty one pilots/Joshler fan fiction that follows the story of Tyler, now an angel (who is sick of inhabiting Heaven), as he visits the earth he once lived on. After his sudden death, Tyler struggles remembering what his life was like before he died. Little did be know that he just needed to see a familiar face in order to recover his long forgotten memories.

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Specs: Softcover, 60 pages, 15k words, ages 16+ (due to brief sexual content but nothing explicit)

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astr0-z0mb13s · 5 years ago

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Twenty one pilots: we dont believe what's on TV

Me: hell yeah!

The next day: josh dun turning up on the screen

Me:

Me: aw, josh!

Me:

Me: wait

Me: WAIT

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thepatricktreestump · 8 years ago

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Temptation: a Josh Dun fanfic

Y/N: Okay this anon ask is hot as fuck honestly. Probably will be one of the smuttiest things I’ve written on here yet. It was asked to be in josh’s perspective with a female reader so yeah… I’m sort of skeptical of posting this just cause some ppl might think it’s disrespectful or not right or whatever but the prompt is hella amazing and I can’t help myself. If you don’t wanna read it, then don’t read it, but pls don’t come at me with hate because I wrote something super scandalous compared to most of my shit. So here it is xoxo (get ready for some steamy, spicy, sexy smut!)

(1/2) Anonymous said: one where Josh and Y/N are roommates and she's always very flirty and barely wearing anything around the house and gets him so turned on and hes always having to take cold showers and has dirty dreams about her but then they have rough sex? (2/2) Anonymous said: About the roommates with josh request can it also be from Josh's pov?

*josh pov, female reader, lots of smut

To say that y/n is hot is an understatement. She’s drop dead gorgeous. And yeah, I know that probably sounds like an overstatement, but it’s not. Not at all. Ever since I moved in with her and we started sharing an apartment, she hasn’t left my mind. She has these amazing eyes and this sly smile and her body, holy shit, her body is better than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it, especially with the way she barely even wears anything around the house. It’s sort of like she’s almost asking for it, but I’ve decided by now it’s just her sense of style. She likes to wear as little as possible and still claim it as an outfit. And when she wears lingerie, fuck, I can’t help but just fall apart. So yes, I guess you could say I’d definitely want to fuck her.

The first few days we spent as roommates were pure torture. Mostly because I told myself I shouldn’t fall for her tricks. I thought she was trying to get me to make a move or something, or just plain tease me, but I told myself I was supposed to be respectful and know my place. It started out with me coming home and watching her cook dinner. She’d wear this skimpy little crop top and super short tight shorts, hair up in a ponytail, swaying her hips as she walked about the kitchen, licking her lips after she taste tested the food, sucking her fingers from the cake batter after baking, almost everything she did just for my own amusement. Especially when we ate dinner. She’d always stare at me with these eyes, biting her lip and acting all innocent, occasionally letting her bra strap fall off her shoulder and act like it didn’t even happen. It was all these small little things that got to me. I tried to ignore it, tried to just tell myself she was oblivious to how attractive she was, tried to convince myself that I was the one making all of this up. But it was the course of events that happened over the following couple of days that really fucked me up. Literally.

It was late evening and when I walked into the kitchen, of course, she was there at the table, scrolling through her phone and eating a cupcake. “Hey Josh,” she smiled slyly. “You back from dinner?” Tyler had invited me to go eat with him and Jenna that night and I took him up on the offer.

“Yeah,” I answered nervously, trying to peel my eyes away from her chest. She was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and this miniskirt. That must’ve been what was in the Victoria’s Secret bag I found lying on the couch this morning. Shit, she looked so good. I watched in a daze as she skimmed the frosting of the cupcake with her finger before sucking it off slowly and then pulling the finger from her mouth.

“I thought you were going to eat dinner with me,” she sighed, a tone of disappointment in her voice. I stiffened. It wasn’t like we planned to have dinner tonight or anything, but I still felt a pang of guilt. I also felt myself start to grow hard and I curse myself, and her, in my head.

“I’m sorry,” I swallowed uncomfortably. “I uh, I planned on having dinner with Tyler and Jenna tonight.”

“Mmm I see,” she nodded slowly. “You spend quite a lot of time with him. Tyler.” When she says his name I tense up, and I don’t know why I should be jealous that she even knows his name, but I am. This girl always makes me feel emotions I can’t quite explain. I hate it. I love her.

“He’s my best friend,” I explained, trying to stay calm but it’s sort of impossible when she bites her lower lip and looks at me that way, shifting in her seat so that the lace over her breasts move ever so slightly that it exposes just another inch of skin. I was really getting heated now.

“Friend,” she repeated the word slowly, glancing down at the bulge in my pants before flickering her gaze back up towards me.

“Yeah,” I tried my best to keep my expression neutral. “Tyler’s a friend.”

“Did your friend do that to you? Hmm?” she raised an eyebrow.

“What?” my face turned red. “No, he didn’t.”

“Did his wife?” she smirked and I instantly clench my fist, angry she would even think I’d do something like that.

“No,” I instantly retort. “I’d never do that to Tyler.”

“So if it wasn’t Tyler, and it wasn’t Jenna…” she gave a small chuckle. “It must’ve been me.”

“Must’ve been,” I muttered. “Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to start, but I’m going to bed. Okay?”

“Going to bed?” she frowned. “Aren’t you going to take care of that first, maybe?”

“That’s my own business,” I narrowed my eyes, agitated beyond measure by now.

“Well then that’s a shame,” she sighed. “I was looking forward to maybe helping you.”

“Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows, doing a double take.

“You heard what I said,” she insisted, pushing out her chair and walking over towards me, getting on her knees. I tensed up, staring down at her, watching how she looked up at me, those eyes boring into mine. “I know you want to.”

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered out, trying to stay cool but she put both of her hands on my hips, tugging me closer to her. I was getting super hard now. Shit.

“You know exactly what I’m doing, Josh,” she smirked, taking a hand off of my hip to delicately stroke my member from underneath the fabric of my pants. “Mmm you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?” I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress a moan from escaping my mouth, and I was prepared for her to touch me again when instead her hands left my body and she got back up, dusting off her miniskirt and studying the expression on my face for a second before walking away.

“Where are you going?” I wondered, watching as she swayed her hips back and forth as she walked to the table, picking up her cupcake and starting to head out of the room.

“To my bedroom,” she responded. “It’s getting late you know.”

Before I could respond she was gone, and I was left in the kitchen with a fucking boner and head full of confusion. Did she really just tease me that bad? And I let her get away with it? Fuck y/n. I closed my eyes tight, starting to contemplate whether that actually just happened, and then decided to go to bed where I’d take care of the problem myself. I slip off my t-shirt, slide off my pants, go to shut the door, then climb in bed, tugging down my boxers and getting to work. Damn, the things she does to me. I’m imaging her body, her lips, the way her hands grazed my cock just moments earlier, those eyes staring at me, her seductive voice, everything about her is so-

The door swings open and my eyes widen, I’m sitting up instantly, almost forgetting the fact that I’m completely fucking nude, when she’s standing there, lacy bra, miniskirt, half eaten cupcake and all, staring at me. “I was going to take care of the problem, but it looks like you beat me to it,” she shrugged, eyeing me up and down before strutting off, not even bothering to close the door behind her.

“Wait-” I started to call for her but it was too late. She was gone.

The next morning when I wake up, I feel sore all over. I don’t know whether it was out of sexual frustration or just plain being aroused, but I must’ve fucked myself so hard last night. Especially after she made a surprise reappearance for a split second, catching me red handed as I’m moaning out her name, jacking off, completely naked. Probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I’m not even usually one to do that, hell, I’ve never even really done that before but I couldn’t help it and last night with her hands on my body and her eyes looking at mine, I just couldn’t help it. I stumble out of bed and slip on some underwear, running a hand through my messy bright yellow hair before going into the living room, sitting on the sofa and pulling out my phone.

I’m scrolling through my timeline when she enters the room, and she’s literally wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt. She’s wearing the most and the least clothes I’ve ever seen her wear around the house so far. Most because the t-shirt goes from barely above her tits all the way down to below her ass, and it’s probably the first time she’s ever covered her stomach while around the house. Least because while although it covers most of her, it’s still apparent that it’s the only article of clothing she’s decided to wear today. “Do you know where the remote is?” she wondered softly, yawning and stretching her arms up, pulling the fabric up with her movement and I’m trying not to pay attention to the way it inches up her skin and I can see those gorgeous curves, so I focus on her face but she’s got her mouth formed in that perfect open O and I think I’m getting a hard on again when I shake my head, try to swallow down my emotions, watch as she raises her eyebrows, staring at me.

“I don’t remember,” I replied.

“Maybe I should look for it,” she thought aloud, walking over to me and I’m about to move but she shakes her head. “You’re fine just where you are.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” I decided, trying to keep eye contact with my phone screen as she bent down right beside me, sticking her hand in between the couch cushions and sticking her ass right in the air, not the slightest look of concern on her face as the fabric shifted up and exposed her entire bum. She only bent down even lower, and my eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the sight before she stood back up again, fabric of the baggy t-shirt falling down to cover her skin again as she clutched the television remote in her hand.

“Found it,” she smiled, spinning around and turning on the television before sauntering off into the kitchen. She makes a cup of coffee and then sits on the couch next to me, a little distance away, and I’m still scrolling through my phone but I notice the way her shirt sags down and I’m trying to calculate how long it’s going to be before the fabric moves down even further when she sighs, downing the cup of coffee and clicking off the television.

“What are you doing today?” she wondered.

“Going to the studio,” I responded nonchalantly, keeping my eyes glued to my phone.

“Ah, are you going to be busy?” she inquired.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“You must be working,” she murmured. “Drumming, right?”

“That’s what I do,” I verified.

“I love watching drummers,” y/n sighed. “They’re just so good at pounding on those drums. They do it so fast and hard, you know?”

“I guess…” my voice trailed off, my mind slowly wandering off at her words.

“Fast and hard,” she repeated slowly, letting out a low hum. “Tell me Josh, do you get all sweaty after a show? So hot and exhausted after a big performance? Absolutely worn out and spent?”

“Kind of,” I grew uncomfortable with her questions, slowly staring to be suspicious of these suggestive drumming metaphors.

“I see,” she drew out the words slowly. “Well, have fun in the studio with your friend Tyler.”

“Will do,” I replied uncomfortably. However, when I arrived at the studio, I didn’t have much fun at all. In fact, I could not get y/n out of my mind. Her voice, her words, her body, everything about her, it was just spinning around in my brain and I couldn’t concentrate. Hours passed, her words still stuck in my mind, and it was already late when Tyler decided to finally say something.

“You okay?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look like it,” he frowned, pulling his hands away from the keyboard and walking over to where I was sitting by the drum kit. “Dude, you haven’t been able to play a single rhythm correctly all day. That’s not like you. What’s up?”

“I don’t know,” I looked down, nervously twirling the drumsticks in my hands. “I just uh, I kind of have someone on my mind.”

“Me?” he gave a sly smile.

“No,” I laughed, but it quickly faded away. “Uh, it’s this girl.”

“A girl?” he raised his eyebrows. “Sick!”

“Not sick,” I shook my head. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Tyler reassured. “It means you’re head over heels.”

“I’m not sure I want to be though,” I sighed.

“Why? Is she a stripper or something?” he joked.

“To be completely honest, I wouldn’t be surprised,” I admitted. “Especially with the kinds of clothes she wears.”

“Woah! Who’s this girl you’re talking about?” he asked.

“Just my roommate,” I shrugged. “She’s a total flirt though, and she rubs it in all the time. She’s smoking hot, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Last night uh…” I decide not to tell him, rather, let my voice drift off.

“You should make a move then,” Tyler nudged my foot.

“She usually does,” I explained. “But she’s super confusing.”

“How so?” he wondered.

“She just says stuff and then does stuff and then acts like it never happened,” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know what to think of it.”

“What kind of stuff?” he inquired, but I just took a deep breath.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“It’s okay,” Tyler reassured. “Just uh, if you ever need to talk to someone, I’m here. Got it?”

“Yeah,” I gave a half smile.

“Now come on,” he laughed. “Let’s not get some silly girl get in the way of your legendary drum skills.”

When I’m driving home, I’m thinking about what Tyler said. How he told me I should make the first move. How he told me I shouldn’t let her get in the way. She’s just some silly girl, right? However, some silly girl would be the last thing I would ever use to describe what I found when I entered the apartment that night. As soon as I entered, I heard a collections of soft moans, and I was about to head right back out the door, well, that was, until I heard my own name. “Joshua?” she whispered, the way her voice echoed throughout the walls making me shiver, how she said my name making me bite my lip, the pronunciation so soft and sweet I was already getting heated. “Baby, is that you?”

“Y/n?” I decided against opening up the door and instead turning around, watching as she appeared in the doorway that led to the bedrooms, naked head to toe. My eyes grew wide and my clothes felt restricting, and so I took a deep breath, examining every inch of her skin. I had never seen her this exposed in all my life. She smirked at my reaction, leaning against the wall, tracing her fingers from her thigh up to her side deliberately slow.

“It’s growing a little hot in here, don’t you think?” she murmured, eyes staring into mine.

“D-do you want me to um, to turn down the thermostat?” I wondered, gaze still fixed on her body. Fuck she looked so good. I tugged at my shirt collar, swallowing uncomfortably as she began walking towards me, that gorgeous body coming closer and closer.

“No, don’t go out of your way to do that,” she shook her head. Y/n reached forward to touch the fabric of my shirt, running a hand down my chest before stopping at the last button of my shirt, unbuttoning the fabric carefully. I inhaled a sharp breath, watching cautiously as she made her way higher, and naturally, my hands came to rest on her hips, gaining a soft grip on her sides, my thumbs brushing against the skin of her stomach lightly. She was so beautiful.

“What are you doing?” I wondered aloud.

“Helping you,” she mumbled, eyes flickering up to meet mine for a split second before unbuttoning my entire shirt, slipping it off of my body and then lightly grazing the skin of my chest with her fingernails, dragging them down from my pecs to my abs and even lower, resting on the waistband of my shorts for only a fragment of a second before she stepped back. “Anyways, I have something I need to finish. Goodnight, Josh.”

“G-goodnight,” I responded, extremely confused as she turned around, her bare ass swaying side to side as she walked back to the bedroom, shutting and locking the door, only several moments passing before I heard a creak of the dip in the mattress, and then the collection of soft moans and sighs continued. I shook my head, trying to get her out of my mind as I traveled through the kitchen in attempts to find a small snack. Whatever the fuck had been going on these past few days was crazy.

That’s when I heard the noises get louder and I can’t take it anymore. I start to think maybe there’s someone in there with her. Was she banging some other dude? I was about to knock on the door when I realize I shouldn’t. Why should I even care? It’s not like we’re dating or anything. We’re just roommates. Hell, she could have a boyfriend for all I know, a husband even. Honestly, as mysterious as y/n sometimes was, I wouldn’t be surprised. We were just roommates, right? I heard her let out a loud moan again and my breath got caught in my throat and I just couldn’t help it. I found myself tiptoeing down the hall to her room, my breathing shallow, my ear pressed against the door- what the hell am I doing? I backed away quickly in realization when her breathy gasps come to a stop and she calls out my name again. “Josh?” she murmured. “Is that you?” I could practically envision the smirk on her face by now.

“Yeah,” I responded sheepishly. “You alone in there?”

“Sadly,” she sighed. “Unless you’d like to join me.”

“I um…” I shut my eyes tight. No, this was wrong, this was wrong, this was very wrong. I shouldn’t even be contemplating her offer. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on,” she tempted, and I could only imagine what she was doing behind that locked door. “Just the two of us. We don’t even have to tell anyone. Not even Tyler.”

“Y/n-” I raised my voice, the thought of her even thinking about Tyler making me angry. He was my friend and my band mate. She wasn’t even supposed to know his name, much less talk about him in this kind of situation. I could feel the redness of my cheeks increase as she let out a soft gasp.

“I know you want to,” she whispered and I shook my head, taking a step back from the door.

“I shouldn’t,” I argued. “I uh, I think I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Sleep…” she drew out the word nice and slow. “Right.”

“Yeah,” I stated more forcefully.

“Sweet dreams,” she dismissed me, and I took another step away from the door, reevaluating my decision before finally just leaving. When I’m underneath the sheets though, I can’t stop thinking about her. She was probably touching herself behind that locked door, the way she was moaning and sighing and gasping, how she said my name, how she fucking invited me to join her… I had to stop thinking about her so much. It was unhealthy. She was just some silly girl, like Tyler said. Nothing more and nothing less.

When I wake up though, I’m covered in sweat, overheated, suffocating in blankets. It was just a dream. One hell of a dream though. I still remember every moment, every dirty detail, every single movement of her body against mine. I shudder underneath my sheets, throwing them off of me and trying to get that dream out of my head. I’m imagining everything all over again, how I was fucking her in my sleep, her gorgeous body underneath mine. I shook my head, forced myself to get her out of my mind, wiped the sweat off of my forehead and grabbed my clothes. It was super late. I must’ve slept through my alarm. I checked my phone and realized Tyler had been trying to get ahold of me all day. I groaned before calling him back, sleepily walking through the house to the bathroom. There were several rings before he finally picked up. “Hey Josh, you okay?” he wondered. “I called you like a gazillion times!”

“You called me eighteen times,” I narrowed my eyes. “And yeah, I’m fine. I just uh, slept in I guess.”

“Okay,” Tyler sighed. “Is it fine if I stop by? I’ve got some tacos and song ideas.”

“Two of the best things in the world,” I laughed. “Yeah, give me half an hour? I’ve got to take a shower.”

“Yeah no problem,” Tyler reassured. He hung up and I took a deep breath, starting up the water and stripping down, tossing my clothes on the bathroom counter, sliding the shower curtain past and getting underneath the downpour, closing my eyes and tilting my head up, humming softly. Maybe this is what I needed, just some alone time, something to clear my head. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging softly, the water rushing past my body and my mind began to become tempted with thoughts of her again. Flashbacks of my dream flashed through my mind, her little gasps and moans all because of me, my hands all over her body, being able to have her so close. I can’t help but slip one of my hands down my chest, lower, and lower, letting out a low moan. I’m so lost in what I’m doing I don’t even realize the door creak open, or the footsteps and rustle of clothing being shed, or the shower curtain be pushed to the side. It was far too late by the time I opened my eyes, alert and startled by the arms wrapping around my waist and the lips by my ear.

“Let me take care of that, baby,” the familiar voice whispered, turning me around to face her, both of us naked and alone together in the shower, and I’m starting to wonder how the fuck she even got here when she pulls me close, kissing my lips and I melt into her touch.

“God I’ve wanted that for so long,” I murmured against her neck, working my lips down her skin. Y/n’s running her hands down my chest, and I’m holding her in my arms, touching her all over, listening to those beautiful sounds escaping her mouth.

“Oh Josh,” she gasped my name as I moved my lips lower and her fingernails dug into my shoulder blades just right, making a small smile tug at the sides of my lips. I’m kissing her over and over and over again, trying to get all of her all at once, and I can barely understand how I’ve managed to go so long without this. She feels so damn good I can hardly believe it.

“Please tell me this isn’t another dream,” I mumbled, brushing her hair out of her face and staring into those gorgeous eyes. The steam of the shower created little droplets of water on her eyelashes and her body was pressed up so close to mine and her lips were so soft and sweet and everything about her was too much all at once and I loved it. “Another dream?” she raised an eyebrow with a sly smile.

“Long story,” I rolled my eyes, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Just answer the question, babe.”

“It’s not a dream,” y/n replied, cupping my cheek with her hand and capturing me in another kiss. “You left the door open.”

“So this is real?” I smirked, unable to get my eyes off of her.

“Very real,” she answered slowly. “Although I’m afraid it might be time for me to go.”

“Don’t leave-” I grabbed her hips as she tried to take a step back but she shook her head and I let my hands fall to my hips, tilting my head slightly in confusion as she sighed, tugging back the shower curtain and stepping out, my head peeking into the bathroom and watching carefully as she wrapped a towel around her body.

“Someone’s at the door,” she explained. She flickered her gaze to my waist back up to my eyes and grinned. “You might want to get ready for company soon.”

“Shit,” I tried to catch my breath. “Look, you’ve got to put on some clothes or something. You can’t open the door for Tyler in a towel like that.”

“Tyler, is that who it is? Hmm?” she raised her eyebrows. I swallowed uncomfortably at how she stated his name and I caught a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Interesting.”

“Y/n really,” I argued. “I’ll get dressed real quick and open the door, you go uh… go.”

“Go where?” she inquired innocently. “Why can’t I greet our special guest?”

“Just, um, fuck…” I ran a hand through my hair, realizing the shower was still running and I was still naked and she was still standing there and Tyler was still knocking on the door. “You know what, just forget it. I’ll deal with it.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, strutting out of the bathroom and not caring to close the door, leaving me there to absorb all that had happened and somehow screw my head back on the right way, scrambling to put on my clothes and dry myself off mostly before racing to the door to open it up for Tyler. I was probably hallucinating. There’s no way that just happened. Instead, I shake those silly thoughts out of my head and open the door, Tyler’s contagious smile getting the best of me.

“There he is!” Tyler laughed, greeting me with a hug. “Ugh, man, you’re still all wet from your shower.”

“I’m sure he is,” a soft voice chuckled suggestively. This made Tyler push back the door even more, craning his neck and eyes widening at the sight of y/n. I looked back and ended up widening my eyes too when I saw what she was wearing. She was dead ass standing in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but dark crimson red lingerie barely stretching over her body, lipstick to match perfectly, hair cascading down her shoulders, devilish grin and a naughty look in her eye.

“So she must be the stripper,” Tyler whispered in my ear jokingly.

“Shut up dude,” I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling my cheeks turn red. What the hell would possess her to wear such a thing with company over?

“Well don’t just stand in the doorway,” she sighed. “Why don’t you take a seat, Tyler?”

“I don’t mind if I do,” he smiled smugly, marching in and sitting down on the sofa comfortably, bag of Taco Bell in his hand, notebook in the other. “Who must this um, lovely lady might be?” I could catch the sarcasm in his voice, but obviously, y/n did not. Hell, she probably thought he was egging her on. In a strange twisted way, I guess he was.

“Y/n,” she introduced. “And you must be Tyler I assume.”

“Oh, so you’ve heard about me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Did Josh over here talk me up real nice for you?”

“He gave me a very loooong talk,” she nodded, stretching out a particular choice of words. “Made sure to tell me all about your biiiiig reputation.”

“Did he now?” Tyler wondered, acting even more curious.

“Yeah, yeah, I did,” I quickly dismissed her constant teasing. “Uh, how about you get us some napkins and plates for our tacos?”

“Dude,” Tyler scowled, jabbing me playfully in the arm. “Since when do we eat like civilized folk? It’s called fast food for a reason. You eat it with your hands! They’re tacos!”

“I guess,” I shrugged, closing the door and walking over to where Tyler was sitting on the couch, now opening up his bag.

“I’m sure he’s just a bit flustered,” y/n reassured, and I tensed up when I felt her hands gently massage my shoulders, working her way down my back, hot breath on my neck. “Aren’t you, Josh?”

“Y-yeah,” I stammered out. “Um, you know what Ty? Can y/n and I talk for a little bit, one on one? I’ll meet you back out here? There’s just a little thing we have to finish up.”

“Last I recalled it wasn’t little at all,” y/n smirked, eyes flickering down to the waistband of my jeans before staring back up at me.

“Stop it,” I glared at her. “Uh, is that okay?”

“Yeah Ty…” she added teasingly. I cringed at her use of the nickname. “Is that okay, sweetie?”

“Sure thing,” Tyler grinned. “You two go at it. Just don’t take too long. You might not have any tacos left waiting for you, Josh.”

“Uh huh,” I responded hurriedly, motioning for y/n to come follow me into my room. I push her in and then shut the door, clenching my fists and trying to find the right words to say, but I can’t, so I let it out all at once. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Huh?”

“What do you mean?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you try to pull that innocent bullshit on me,” I narrowed my eyes. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I really don’t,” she sighed, giving me an annoyed glare, sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Really?” I challenged. “You just come strutting out of the hallway wearing this lingerie and smooth talking my best friend? Calling him sweetie and all that?”

“Why? Are you jealous?” she smirked.

“What?” I turned red right away. “No!”

“I think you are,” she giggled softly. Y/n got up off of the bed, slowly walking towards me, spinning me around and pressing a light kiss to my lips and lingering a second before pulling away, staring me right in the eyes. “You’re just angry because Tyler probably wants to fuck me too.”

“Hey!” I instantly got heated, eyes ablaze with anger. “He has a wife!”

“Oh, and I bet she’d want to fuck me just as bad,” she gave a sly smile. “What’s her name again? Jenna?”

“That’s it!” I clenched my jaw, pinning her up against the door, my anger getting the best of me. My hands were pressing her shoulders up against the wood, fury in my eyes, and I expected her to gasp or be frightened or something, anything, but instead she just rolled her eyes.

“You must think you’re trying to scare me,” she sighed. “But damn, you’re only making yourself sexier, Joshua. Showing me how dominant you can be, letting your emotions seize you, pushing me up against the door like this. Hmm?”

“That’s enough,” I muttered, frustrated, letting go of her and trying to ignore her small chuckle.

“Uh, hey guys,” Tyler knocked on the door. “Everything okay in there?”

“I don’t know,” y/n gave me a playful look. “Maybe you should ask Josh. He’s getting a little handsy lately.”

“Um okay…” Tyler responded. I glared at her before opening up the door, coming face to face with a very confused Tyler, and I could practically envision the smug expression of y/n following behind me.

“You know what, maybe we should head to the studio,” I suggested.

“What?” Tyler frowned. “I just got here. You haven’t eaten your taco yet!”

“I can eat the taco at the studio,” I grumbled. “I think I just need to get away from distractions.”

“Distractions?” y/n inquired behind me, and sure enough, when I turned around, there she was, snapping the strap of her bra and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes,” I answered, frustrated beyond belief. “Hey, let’s go talk outside.”

“Me?” she smirked.

“No,” I narrowed my eyes, tugging on Tyler’s sleeve. “Come on, I have to tell you something, one on one.”

“O-okay,” Tyler stammered, confused. I dragged him out the apartment door and closed it, pulling him farther down the hallway just to make sure she wasn’t listening.

“Did you see that?” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Did you see her?”

“See her?” Tyler burst out laughing. “Trust me bro, I saw a whole lot more of her than I ever needed to. Dang, she’s a looker.”

“That’s one way to put it,” I sighed. “Geez, what do I do?”

“Well first off, does she wear that kind of stuff all the time?” he wondered. “Or was that just because she knew I was coming over?”

“Ty stop it,” I shook my head. “Seriously.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Look, I just don’t know how to handle that kind of stuff Josh. I mean, if you want to go for her, sure, why not. But if she’s just going to keep teasing you like that, maybe you should tell her.”

“Tell her what?” I whined. “I’ve tried everything. It’s come to the point where I’m thinking about her, dreaming about her, hallucinating about her!” “Woah… hallucinating?” he widened his eyes.

“I don’t know,” I closed my eyes tight. “She’s like a curse or something. I mean, I love her, or at least uh, I think I do. I um, I don’t really know. But I want her so bad.”

“I think you should go for it, buddy,” he shrugged. “I mean, definitely not my type, but you should give her a try. Just tell her how you feel.”

“You know I’ve never been good with talking about this kind of stuff,” I narrowed my eyes. “I can barely even move when I’m around her!”

“I can’t help you with that one,” he sighed. “Look if you-”

There was a creak of a door and Tyler and I both whipped our heads back, and sure enough, she was standing there, staring at us, stupid sly smile on her lips. “You boys behaving out here?” she inquired.

“Dammit,” I whispered. “Uh, Tyler, I think it’s best you leave. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he reassured. “Hey, good luck.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it,” I muttered.

“Enjoy your taco!” Tyler gave a light smile, tucking his notebook under his arm, and giving a wave before heading down the hallway.

As soon as I got back inside the apartment and the door’s shut, I’m blowing up on her. “What the fuck was that about?” I roared. “Seriously? In front of my own best friend, y/n? You think that’s amusing enough for you? Huh?”

“You’re sexy when you’re angry,” she flickered her eyes up to meet mine.

“Answer the question!” I balled my hands up into fists at my sides, anger boiling up inside of me.

“What? You’re mad?” she frowned. “At me, baby? What did I do?”

“Oh,” I laughed darkly. “You know exactly what you did, babe.”

“Mmm,” she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, biting the bottom of her lip. I watched, my gaze never leaving her face as she let out a soft moan. “I love it when you call me that. Do it again. Call me babe.”

“That’s enough!” I finally shouted, closing the gap between us and latching my lips onto hers, pressing her body close to me and enveloping her in a kiss. “Fuck. Oh shit. Damn.” I’m a cursing mess with her in my arms, my lips trailing down her skin, kissing her jaw, her lips, her neck, everywhere.

“Such dirty words,” she chuckled softly as I kissed her harder, my shirt somehow leaving my chest in the process and her legs somehow wrapping around my waist as I pressed her against the door. “How come you don’t cuss in front of Tyler like that, hmm? You act like a good boy? Pretend to be all innocent?”

“Shhh,” I tried to hush her, placing my lips on hers, but as soon as I pulled away, she still had that naughty look in her eyes.

“I know you were jealous earlier,” she murmured. “I thought maybe I’d finally get to you.”

“Well you did,” I replied shakily, absorbing all of the moment, realizing this was real. She was in my arms and her taste was on my lips and she was here, right now, all mine. “Because I can’t take this anymore, y/n. I need you.”

“Prove it then,” she decided, staring into my eyes. “Fuck me, Josh. Fuck me fast and hard.”

“Oh god,” I murmured, leaning in for her lips once again and carrying her off to the bedroom, my bedroom. I laid her down on the mattress, climbing on top of her, tugging down the lace lingerie and unclasping it from the back, tossing it to the side and sucking at her breasts, massaging one in my hand and teasing her other with my mouth, swirling my tongue around, teasing her.

“Mmmm I knew you would be good at this,” she hummed, tossing her head back into the pillows when I grazed my teeth against one of her nipples. “Just like that, baby. Leave hickeys all over.”

“Fuck,” I gasped, alternating to the next, listening to all the pretty sounds she was making for me. “You’re such a noisy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Slut, hmm?” she chuckled, and I glanced up at her, afraid I had gone too far.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to-” I began to say sorry but she just rolled her eyes, pulling my head up to hers and kissing me softly, brushing a strand of my hair away from my forehead and tugging my ear close to her mouth.

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”

“Yeah?” I swallowed uncomfortably, eyeing her carefully.

“That’s right,” she nodded slowly. “I’m such a noisy little slut, all for you, just for you.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, staring into her eyes before pulling her in for another kiss, trailing my lips down her body and inching down the last bits of lace until they’re down to her ankles, making sure to leave kisses all the way down her legs. I press my lips to her hips, her thighs, her knees, her shins, all the way down to her feet, tossing the fabric off before making my way up her legs again, placing my hands on her thighs and pushing them to the sides slowly, flickering my eyes up to meet her before looking back down between her legs and smirking at the sight. “You’re dripping wet for me baby, gosh. Look at that beautiful tight little cunt. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. I can only imagine the sounds you’ll make then. Dammit y/n…”

“I’m all yours,” she reminded, biting down on her lower lip.

“You want me to fuck this pretty pussy, hmm?” I raised an eyebrow, rubbing her clit softly, watching in amusement as she gasped. “You like that?” I ran a finger down her slit, my hand covered in her juices, teasing her folds before slipping a finger inside her without warning.

“Oh fuck daddy,” she moaned loudly and I fixed my eyes on hers quickly, inhaling a sharp breath, paused. She closed her eyes, humming softly before opening them up again, grin appearing on her face when she realized what she had done. “What? You know I can’t control myself when I’m around you, baby.”

“Just surprising,” I admitted, starting to pump the finger in and out and watching her revert back to a mumbling mess of moans. “That’s right, baby. Make those beautiful noises for me.”

“Goddammit Joshua,” she muttered as I added another finger. “Please-”

“Please?” I chuckled. “You’re using manners all of a sudden, babygirl?”

“Fuck me,” she moaned out loudly. “Stop teasing.”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I’m having fun here, watching you like this, a mess, absolutely helpless. Just look at this, you’re soaked. God I can’t wait to get inside you.”

“Then do it,” she insisted. “I want to cum with you inside me.”

“Anything you say baby,” I complied, letting my fingers linger a bit before drawing them out, sucking on them and watching her stare at me in a daze.

“That’s so fucking hot…” her voice trailed off, eyes still fixed on me as I drew my fingers from my mouth, giving a sly smile before climbing on top of her again. Her hands were at my sides unzipping my jeans and tugging them down, smirking at the sight of my complete hard on, groping me through the fabric before tugging those down as well, trailing kisses from my jaw down to my chest before whispering two words. “Fuck me.”

That’s all it took before I was sliding into her, both of us noisy as fuck, a mess of moans and collection of sighs. I’ve waited so long for this and I can tell she has been too, because we’re both clinging onto each other, her fingernails digging into my skin, my hands a tight grip on her hips, thrusting relentlessly, quickening the pace with no control. She’s moaning into my shoulder and we’re both so desperate for this feeling it’s like our bodies don’t have a limit. I’m pounding her into the mattress at this point, both of us trying to get as much as we can as fast as possible, drowning in this feeling, and it’s not long before we’re both riding out our orgasms, moaning out each other’s names. She’s clawing at my back and I’m holding her body so close to mine, both of us just an assortment of gasps and moans, drowning in this feeling, in this moment. We lay there in silence for several seconds before I finally dare to speak.

“I’ve been waiting literally forever to do that,” I whispered, lying beside her in the bed, staring into her eyes, sliding the palm of my hand across her body gently, from her shoulders to her sides to her hips, pulling her close.

“You were the one waiting,” she chuckled. “Sure.”

“Is that what all that was about?” I narrowed my eyes. “The constant teasing, the barely wearing any clothing, the suggestive comments?”

“Maybe…” she admitted shyly. “I mean, I just wanted you to notice me.”

“Notice you?” I burst out laughing and her face turned red.

“Yeah,” she confessed.

“You didn’t have to tease me all the time,” I sighed. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to act like you were blind either,” she muttered.

“Blind?” I widened my eyes. “Y/n, are you kidding me? I could’ve spotted you from a mile away with that sexy body of yours.”

There’s a pause. “You really think I’m sexy?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely,” I reassured. “You're quite the temptation.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, drummer boy,” she added.

There’s another moment of silence that passes. “Hey, I know this is sort of past due, but uh… would you ever be interested in coming to one of our shows sometime?” I inquired. “Me and Ty?”

“Do you play fast and hard?” she smirked.

“Always,” I gave her a knowing look. “I mean, you should know.”

“Then you can bet my ass I’ll be there,” she grinned. “I’d never pass up an opportunity to see that.”

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spookyjiimfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Epilogue

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff of the highest extremity

Word Count: 1625

Authors’ Note: I can’t believe that this is the last chapter for this series! It’s been such a great run and we love you all so much for showing your support! Hope you love it as much as we did! :) (picture credit)

Epilogue - June 2019 - End of the Bandito Tour

Jenna: Let's be cute today! Put on your cutest sundress and I'm going to be there in thirty to pick you up for a girl's day. We're getting our nails done!

That was the text that you had received less than ten minutes ago as you tore through your clothes in the closet that you shared with Josh. Finding the yellow sundress that you had instantly thought of, you quickly changed into it and slipped on some wedges that went perfectly with the color scheme you were going for. You did your makeup in record time, still making sure that it was perfect before moving to your hair, pulling it halfway up and into a cute messy bun. Spraying some perfume on to finalize your look, you heard the doorbell ring - instantly knowing that it was Jenna. Jim, who had been laying on the bed as you got ready, lifted his head up curiously as he heard it and instantly ran down the hall.

You made your way behind him and grabbed your cellphone and purse, hurrying over to the front door. Opening the door to reveal a smiley Jenna, you giggled a bit at her and then pulled her in for a big hug.

"Hey, you! I'm just going to leave Josh a note that I'll be leaving to go out with you. Just give me a second. I'll meet you out there."

"Okay, hurry up! We have stuff to do!"

Hurrying back over to your post-it notes, as Jenna reclosed the door to head back to her car, you grabbed a pen and quickly jotted down your location and that you'd be back later. Adding a little heart at the end, you said goodbye to Jim with a pat on his head and exited your home, locking it behind you. You got into her car and the both of you were off to the nail salon.

* * *

"You know that I never have my nails longer. They don't make things easy at work."

"I know, but it would be nice to see something different on you. Just to try! If you don't like it after 24 hours, then we can come back and get them fixed."

After thinking on it, you finally decided to give in and try for a bit of a longer nail. You may have budged on the subject, but you weren't going to completely move. After getting your nails done and feeling pampered, you both decided on having lunch at the nearest thai food restaurant. It had been forever since you had eaten it, so it was a never ending craving. You both got to talk about many things, including how life had been, how things were going in both relationships... everything under the sun. When she looked at her watch with a sigh, she looked up to you again and started gathering her trash.

"It's getting a bit late and I promised Ty that I would be back home to cook some dinner. You ready?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

* * *

The drive back home was filled with more discussion and light music playing in the background. No matter how much time the both of you spent together, there was never a shortage of things to talk about, and that's one of the many reasons why you loved Jenna. Finally pulling back into your driveway, you smiled to your best friend and leaned over to give her a hug.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay? Thank you so much for today. It was fun!" you exclaimed as you got out of the car to head inside.

With a smirk, she nodded and waved, "You're welcome!"

You watched as Jenna pulled out of the driveway and disappeared around the bend at the end of the street. Once she was out of sight, you grabbed your keys from the depths of the purse and made your way up the path that led to the house. Josh had been pretty quiet in terms of communication today, and you were silently hoping that he was home already so you two could spend the rest of the afternoon together.

Music was the first thing that you heard when you opened the door. You recognized it instantly; it was the song that you and Josh had first danced to at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding, also known as the night that you had fully realized how you felt about Josh. After you had confessed that to him shortly after you started dating, you two had deemed the song that played that night “your song”.

“Hello?” you called as you set your things by the door and kicked off your shoes. “Josh?”

“I’m in here!”

You were relieved to hear his voice. After taking a second to look over your appearance in the mirror and deeming it passable, you followed the sound of the music into the living room. Your heart stopped as soon as you rounded the corner.

Fairy lights were strung all around the room, blinking softly against the walls and furniture, with pictures of you and Josh from the moment you had met to only a few short weeks ago clipped along them. Rose petals were laid out on the ground, creating a path from where you were standing to the middle of the room. There were even a couple of your favorite candles around, adding to the romantic atmosphere. And in the middle of it all was your boys - Josh and Jim - wearing matching black bow ties.

“What’s going on?” you asked, never letting your eyes leave Josh as you grew closer to him. “I didn’t forget an anniversary, did I? Isn’t it in two months?”

“You didn’t forget anything,” Josh smiled. “But you are going to remember something.”

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, Josh dropped to one knee and pulled out a little black box. Your eyes were brimmed with tears in an instant, hardly able to believe what they were seeing in front of them. Josh was absolutely beaming as he turned the box over in his hands a few times.

“I thought for a long time about how and when and where I wanted to do this, but the one thing I never had to question was why. Y/N, I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I was going to fall in love with you and from then on there was no going back. I have fallen in love with every last thing about you, even the parts that you think don’t deserve to be loved. There is nobody else in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with. So, Y/N Y/L/N,” he opened the little box and held it out towards you, “will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you barely managed to choke out through the tears. “Of course, Josh.”

Josh’s smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, as he pulled the ring out of the box. You held out your hand and he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. It was shining in the dim light from the fairy lights. Jim, upon noticing the excitement, was eagerly thumping his tail against the floor.

“I didn’t want to get anything too big so that you could still wear it while you’re working,” Josh explained as he stood back up. “I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

You finally managed to get your hands on Josh and pulled him into a kiss. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you into the embrace that had provided you with comfort for so many years. He was the first to pull away, but he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” he grinned as he wiped away some of your tears with his thumb.

“Thank you.” A familiar heat rose to your cheeks, despite the fact it was a compliment you had heard countless times before. “I love you so much, Josh. This was everything I ever could have dreamed of.”

“I just wanted to make this moment special. I love you to the stars and back and wanted to show you that.”

“You definitely did.”

You kissed him again, but it was interrupted by an all too familiar voice.

“So, it finally happened, huh?”

You spun around in Josh’s arms, still keeping your hands on his shoulders. Tyler was standing just inside the living room with his arms crossed, that same stupid smirk that you had seen so many times before plastered on his face.

“No, Tyler,” you held a finger out towards him, “you do not get to come ruin this moment. You’ve done plenty of that already.”

Josh and Tyler both began to laugh, making you turn back to look at Josh in surprise.

“Y/N, it’s ok. He helped me set all of this up, he’s supposed to be here.”

“You’re sure?”

He smiled, “I’m sure.”

“I’m not the only one who’s here, either.”

Tyler wandered around the corner towards the entryway. He returned shortly after with Jenna, who was trying - and failing - to hide her obvious excitement.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Well, I knew that this was going to be a big moment for us,” Josh explained. “And I figured what better way to celebrate it than with our family?”

That was enough to send a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks. You were still in disbelief that you had ended up surrounded by so many wonderful people who cared for you so deeply. People that you now knew would be by your side for the rest of your life.

It was better than you ever could have dreamed of.

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theres-a-fine-line-fic · 8 years ago

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Nutella

So, this is my first attempt at a standalone smut, so hopefully it’s okay! Let me know what you think! _______________________________________

You sighed as you left work, waving goodbye to your colleagues. Thank God it was the weekend and you wouldn’t be due back in again until Monday. You climbed into your car and sat with your head against the steering wheel. It had been a long week for you, with your boss being more of an asshole than usual and deadlines upon deadlines stacking up against you and any plans for a social life, or even just half an hour of peace without anything work related rudely entering your mind.

You were pulled out of your thought as your phone began to vibrate on the passenger seat next to you. It was your boyfriend of several years. Josh had finally gotten a break from touring, even if only for a couple of weeks, and for that, you were grateful.

“Hi Josh, is everything okay?”

“Hi baby, everything is great, I’ve just got back from hanging out with Jesse and Ashley. Just wondering if you’re hungry?”

You’d already eaten dinner, one of the admin guys had just turned 30 so they had ordered in pizza for the whole office. You’d maybe had a slice or two more than you intended, but fuck it! You had earned it from all the hard work you had been putting in!

“Hmm, I’m not hungry for dinner, but there should be stuff in the house for us to make sundaes if that’s okay?”

Josh quickly agreed, stating that everything would be ready for you coming home. Josh did sound pretty excited on the phone, although you weren’t sure if that was because you were coming home, or because Josh had an excuse to eat ice cream for dinner. Possibly the latter.

The message tone rang out whilst you were driving home, tempting you to check the screen, but you persevered until you had pulled up outside of the house you both shared.

~ The door is open baby, meet me in the kitchen

You grabbed your handbag, locking the Audi and making your way to the front door. Pushing open the front door, you were greeted by the sounds of soft romantic music coming from the kitchen. The kitchen door was closed, but you could see a dim glow coming from under the door. You quickly removed your coat, kicked off your high heeled pumps and dropped your bag in the living room.

When you opened the kitchen door, you were not greeted by the view you were expecting. Instead of Josh sitting by the kitchen table, with two bowls of ice cream, the view was something far different. Stood in front of you, Josh was wearing nothing but a pair of low slung boxers, a tiny apron and a chef’s hat. Displayed on the counter tops behind him were a variety of condiments and sprinkles, including your favourites: maraschino cherries and Nutella.

“Instead of making a sundae, I thought maybe you’d like something else for dessert?” Josh stepped towards you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss, which quickly turned to a full blown make out session.

Just as you began feeling dizzy from the lack of air, Josh moved away from your lips, trailing kisses and little nips down your neck and along your collarbone. You moaned a little at the sensation.

You felt something cold against your skin. Looking down, you watched Josh spray a small line of whipped cream from a can down the opening of your shirt, stopping just at the swell of your breasts, before licking it off of your body, watching you intently.

He slowly unbuttoned your work shirt, sliding it down your shoulders before removing your bra. Josh pinched your nipples just the way you liked it, you could feel him pressing against your hip. Clearly he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“Wait here, I want to try something.” Josh disappeared quickly into the living room while your eyes were trained on his ass. You’d spent many a hometown gig, hiding in the wings at the side of the stage watching that ass as he drummed on top of the crowds.

When Joshua entered the kitchen again, you noticed the black tie in his hands. Your stomach flipped a little. You and Josh had discussed (at length over text and skype) trying being blindfolded, and maybe even having your hands tied behind your back, but you hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

“Trust me?” Josh asked, checking you were comfortable. You nodded quickly as you began to feel excited. He tied the tie around the back of your head, covering your eyes, before continuing to play with your breasts. At first, you could feel Josh’s skilled hands and fingers teasing, pinching and squeezing gently. Then you could only feel one hand on your left breast, still teasing.

“Do you want some ice cream?” You opened your mouth expecting to be spoon fed by Josh.

You were startled as a cold, wet mouth latched itself onto your breast, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You could feel the excitement pooling between your legs, squeezing your thighs together in the hopes of a little friction.

Josh took a large spoonful of ice cream, feeding it to you, before feeding himself another and working on your other breast, giving it just as much attention.

Just when you were excited enough by the attention Josh was lavishing on you, his mouth began to move down your body, trailing kisses down your stomach. He paused to unzip and remove your skirt.

“I’m so lucky you’re mine,” Josh sighed. He had always been a fan of your legs, whether it be in short skirts, a spare pair of his shorts or just when his face was pressed between them.

He slid his hands into the waistband of your tights. You expected him to peel them down slowly to tease you, just like he usually would. It was obvious Josh would be full of surprises tonight as he gave them a quick yank. You could feel ladders beginning to form in the tights. He pressed one hand against your stomach, holding you still as you began to squirm a little, the other hand bundled up in your tights as he tugged hard against them ripping them down the left side.

Josh’s teeth nipped at your right hip as he grabbed at the remaining tights with his teeth pulling them away and tearing them fully from your body.

You heard a little fumbling, causing you to lift the makeshift blindfold and peek a little. Josh was stood by the counter, can of whipped cream in one hand and a jar of Nutella in the other. He turned around, catching you red handed. He gave you a look which was intended to be firm, but you could tell by the smirk on his face that he was amused by your actions. He took a few steps forward, laying the sweet condiments he held on the countertop next to you.

“No peeking or you get punished. Turn around and move the tie back down.” You complied with Josh’s request, turning around to face the kitchen cupboards and pulling his tie down to once again cover your eyes. You could feel Josh step behind you, his breath on the back of your neck, slowly running his hands up and down your sides-

A sharp stinging sensation swept across your ass. He had just spanked you! His palm rubbed softly against the sore spot, before slapping down firmly once again.

You had to admit you were enjoying this more than you had expected. Josh turned you around again, so you would be facing him. You heard him chuckle a little as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear, ripping them off of you as well. He began to kiss from your mid calf to the inside of your thighs, stopping just before you could get too excited.

You could feel a sticky substance (which you could only assume was the chocolate-hazelnut spread) being smeared up the inside of your thighs before Josh’s tongue slid up slowly. He teased you with his tongue, peppering little bites along the way. Once one thigh had been licked bare again, he moved to the other side, mirroring his movements. He moved away again shortly after, for just a few moments before you heard him again.

“This ice cream is delicious, do you want more?”

Before you could answer, you felt a cold wet kiss directly on your core. You gasped as Josh’s tongue darted out, flicking against your already swollen clit. The ice cold sensation on your heated core, along with Josh’s previous teasing had you almost tipped on the edge already.

You moved one hand to the back of Josh’s head, tangled in his hair holding him firmly against you as he licked and sucked. Your other hand pulled the makeshift blindfold off, you didn’t want to miss this view. You looked down, Josh was happily buried between your legs, pulling away to smile at you quickly, before re-attaching himself, and slipping a finger in between your folds to pump slowly.

You began to grind a little against Josh, only encouraging him as he slipped a second finger inside you and began to pump a little faster.

It didn’t take long before you were seeing stars. Josh pulled away, wiping his mouth and kissing his way back up your body, your legs shaking a little in the aftermath.

“You taste even better than ice cream baby.”

Josh spoon-fed you another mouthful of ice cream, which was now melting in the tub, before launching his lips back on your own. You still held the tie in your hand, and you were about to put it to good use.

“Now it’s your turn.” You pushed Josh away a small distance, maybe just a few inches, before wrapping his tie around his wrists, making sure it wouldn’t hurt him, but would hold tight. You pushed him back until he was sat on the island table in the centre of your cosy kitchen. Giving him one final push, Josh fell back until he was lying fully on the table, with his arms above his head, and his legs dangling off of the edge of the table.

You moved over to the side counters looking at the assortment of toppings before deciding on a few. You took a large spoonful of Nutella, dolloping it directly onto Josh’s smooth chest, spreading it out.

Next, you picked up a bottle of sprinkles, shaking them over the chocolate-hazelnut mess you had made. Finally, you finished off your masterpiece with a little of the whipped cream and a few cherries.

You could see that Josh was beginning to get impatient, straining a little against the tie restraint. You giggled a little, picking up Josh’s phone from the side and snapping the perfect picture. Just a little reminder for later.

You dipped your face down to meet Josh’s lips, kissing him hard before moving back over his chest. You licked wide strips down Josh’s chest, stopping just before the waistband of his boxers. This continued until all the Nutella had been removed. You wanted to tease him just as much as Josh had teased you.

“Baby please, enough teasing!” Josh had lifted his head just enough to see you, grinning at him, your face only inches away from where he wanted you to be.

“I don’t think so… if you keep moaning, maybe I’ll blindfold you as well! Or just tie you up and leave you here?” You smirked as you heard his slight whine in response to you.

You slipped your hands up his thighs, sliding just under his boxers and dragging your nails back down, scratching a little and never quite touching exactly where he wanted you to touch.

You took a mouthful of the peppermint chip ice cream, which had so far remained untouched, swirling it around your mouth until you were sure that your mouth would be chilled enough to give the desired effect.

You slowly pulled Josh’s boxers all the way down his legs, before dropping them to the floor. Pre-cum glazed the tip of his cock, as you leaned towards it and started to suck gently, approving moans slipping from Josh’s open mouth as you began swirling your tongue around gently.

Josh’s fingers ran through your hair, tugging a little harder as you began to take him deeper and deeper, inching your way to base of his cock.

You moved away for the briefest of moments to grab the small packet on the side counter and a clean tea towel, causing Josh to groan at the lack of contact.

“Hold on. It’s my turn to try something new now.” You demanded, you knew Josh liked it when you took charge. You rolled the towel until you would be able to use it to your advantage. Moving round to the top of the table where Josh’s head rested, you motioned for him to lift his head. As he complied, you laid the towel over his eyes, knotting it at the side of his head, allowing him to rest his head comfortably back on the kitchen table.

You moved back down until you were between Josh’s legs once more, trailing your fingertips slowly towards his enlarged cock. You lifted the small packet from earlier, emptying about half of the contents into your mouth before continuing to suck gently.

“Oh my God! Is that… pop rocks?” Josh moaned, recognising the slight popping sensation. “It’s different… not bad though!”

After a couple of minutes, you then shifted your focus a little bit more on your techniques rather than the theatrics, meaning it wasn’t long before Josh was like putty in your hands, moaning your name and bucking his hips.

“If you move your hips once more, I swear I’ll give you a reason to move them!” You tried to sound domineering, though the slight snicker from Josh proved otherwise.

“Yeah, like you would!” He scoffed back. You slapped your palm down hard against the side of his thigh, the stinging sensation moving across your hand as you made contact with his bare skin.

“Try me?” You smirked back, knowing you had the upper hand again. Josh tried to wiggle his hands out of the tie still wrapped around his wrists. You used the moment of distraction to your advantage and took Josh’s member fully into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you sheathed your teeth with your lips, and began sucking harder, moaning a little enjoying the effect you had on Josh.

You could feel his legs clench a little around your waist, still dangling off the end of the kitchen table, knowing Josh was edging closer to his climax, you upped your game a little.

You pulled away, grabbing Josh’s hands and pulling him towards you until he was stood upright again, removing his blindfold so he could see you sink down to your knees again and finish him off, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

His hands held you in place by the back of your head while you swallowed the salty liquid which came in thick spurts, making sure not to let a single drop fall from between your lips. Josh sat back upright on the table, stroking his fingers up the outside of your thighs and along your backside before resting at the curve of your spine.

“That was incredible baby. Have you been planning to do that all day?” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement.

“At least in the car on the way home. Once the idea popped into my head, it was hard to get rid of it.” Josh took a spoon of the, now fully melted, ice cream and dribbled it onto your chest. He dipped his head, kitten licking at your chest, swirling his tongue around each nipple in turn, until they were once again stiffened peaks. Josh’s hand trailed back down towards your core, once again, a familiar slickness spreading between your thighs. Josh soon found the source of the wetness, his fingers parting your folds and playing with your clit.

Josh licked his lips, grinning at you, showing the perfect pointed teeth that you loved so much. “Did I really make you this wet baby girl? Did I do this to you?”

Josh slipped a finger inside of you, adding another soon after stretching you a little.

“How do you think you’d like it if I tied you up and fucked you hard against this table? Make it so your legs tremble and you can’t even walk? Make you see stars when I pound into you and make you scream my name?” Josh removed his fingers from you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. He pushed you away a little, before walking past you, towards the front door.

Josh returned a few moments later, with your heels from earlier in his hand. “Can you put these on please? It’ll make the height difference a little easier.”

You followed Josh’s request, slipping on your heels on, allowing you to almost see eye to eye with Josh. He turned you around until you were facing away from him, feeling his member pressed hard against your backside.

Josh slipped the tie around your wrists, looping it around several times before tying it tight enough to make sure you can’t wriggle free. Josh pushed you forward gently until your chest was resting on the table, before surprising you with another firm smack to your backside.

Josh rubbed his erection against your core, teasing you, making sure you were even wetter than you had been all night. He rocked his hips back and forth, so, so achingly slow, pausing for just a second at your entrance, before continuing to tease you further.

“Josh… please just fuck me already-” You whined, the desperation in your voice catching you off guard and surprising even you. You noticed you were pushing back against Josh, even grinding a little, hoping he would give up the foreplay.

“Baby, the whole neighbourhood will know my full name by the time I’m finished with you.” Josh smirked, you could hear it in his husky voice. He didn’t wait for you to reply before he pushed into you, causing you moan loudly.

“That’s right baby, I want to hear your sweet moans fill this kitchen.” Josh again slapped his hand against your rear, before pushing into you up to the hilt, filling you completely. Josh began to build up a steady rhythm, working up to a fast pace.

You could feel the tops of your thighs hitting against the table every time Josh thrust into you. Josh’s hands were gripping your hips too, his fingertips squeezing tight against the mounds of skin. He was going to leave bruises on you by the morning for sure. Little reminders of the passion you had shared that night. It wasn’t long before you could feel your climax approaching for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good squeezing around me. I’m almost there baby, just hold on a little longer.” You barely held it together long enough for Josh to finish as you came undone around him, your legs trembling underneath you in the aftermath, just as Josh had promised. He pulled out of you, scooping you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom you shared, before laying you on the bed.

“That was amazing, how long have you been planning that?” Josh shrugged in response to your question, climbing in besides you and wrapping his arms around you, before answering you.

“I get bored on tour and sometimes my mind wonders, y’know!”

“Well Joshua, can’t wait to see what else you’ve been thinking about on tour!” You smirked, cuddling closer to him as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Just wait until tomorrow baby…”

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