#josh Washington imagine

[spaceycat]

i feel like josh would talk a big game when it comes to sex and stuff being all like "yeaaahh i kiss so many girls blahblahblah" but when it comes down to it he is scared of intimacy!!!!

like i LOVE rough josh but that man is he would definitely be "softer" in bed, kissing all over your skin, taking it at your pace and probably scared to go "hard" on you for a LONG time just making sure you feel pleased.

ALSOO LOVE YOUR WRITING!!

just. yes. YES. enjoy bbg

i am so sorry for like not posting as much as i should but now this shits ON!!!

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When you first met Josh, you noticed how overly confident and friendly he was, not afraid or shying away from any questions or prying questions even being apart of a famous family.

You knew a lot of his friends for years, but didn't actually have a chance to meet the infamous Josh Washington that they talked so highly about, being confident, funny and caring when he needs to be. The Josh Washington that has been in many relationships and has a way larger sex life than anyone you've ever known.

You were silent for majority of the night at the party, only knowing Sam, Ashley, Chris and Mike mainly - everyone else being foreign ground you already know that you need to tread on.

Nursing an unknown drink in his hand, Josh came and sat next to you. You didnt actually realise at first, more focused on the party and the people that surrounded you. That's when he cleared his throat, "You look a little lost." "I'm not lost." "Then what are you, sweetheart?" "Not your sweetheart." That made him chuckle, his eyes finally catching yours. You thought that he was just some dickhead flirting with you but then you realised.

"You're Josh." "And you're stubborn." "Funny." "I hear that quite alot.." He'd pause, taking a sip of his drink. "So what's got you sat here all alone?" "Don't really know anyone here that well." "Well, if it's that boring-- feel free to get to know me." His suggestive tone was not left unnoticed by you.

"I'm not having sex with you." "That's not what I meant." "Mhm." "I'm serious.. I've just heard a lot about you from Sam, Chris and shit--" "You're not doing really well as a first impression." He'd click his tongue, a smile gracing his face as he looked down to the floor. "They said you'd be stubborn." "And they said you'd be overly confident and be convinced everyone wants to sleep with you." You'd cross your arms, tilting your head at him. "Ouch." He'd place a hand to his heart in mock injury, "I'm hurt, sweetheart."

"I'm sure that one woman not wanting to sleep with you will wound you." You went to stand up, he'd grab your wrist. "Sam is going to kill me if you end up hating me." "That's not my problem." He'd stand up, "Can I walk with you atleast?.." You stared into his eyes, he's hot; you'd give him that, you let out a breath. "Okay fine."

As you two walked around the house, eventually resorting to the backyard of the party house - sitting down on the porch stairs, red solo cups filled, the conversation moved to more intimate questions and answers.

"They all told me you're like some sex god." You said, twirling around the cup in your hand - watching the liquid move inside. "I've had my fair share of woman, but that's going a bit too far." "Is it?.. you've got quite a reputation." "I've got a reputation?" He'd sit up a bit at that, his boots clicking against the wooden steps - you had his attention now. "I'm not boosting your ego more." You'd chuckle a bit, taking a sip of your drink.

"This entire conversation seems to be about me, sweetheart. What about you?" "What about me?" "Are you some offspring of Aphrodite or what?" You'd click your tongue, mulling it over in your mind before shaking your head. "No, no--" "Oh come on, that's not fair. I told you my stories." "Only one way to find out." The liquor loosened your lips, you then realised what you said - you didnt even have to look at him to hear the smirk in his voice. "Oh really?" "I didn't mean it like that." "What did you mean it like then, sweetheart?"

You set down your drink, tilting your body towards his - realising your close proximity to eachother. He was staring at you with a shit-eating grin, his tongue coming to wet his lips.

"Fuck it."

You then grabbed onto his jacket, pulling him into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He easily reciprocated, a hand snaking around your waist - pulling you to his chest.

He'd pull back, "Now I've got high hopes, sweetheart."

He'd watch as you stood up, your hand intertwining with his as you pulled him to his feet - pulling him back into the crowded house. As you travelled through bodies, his hands snaked around your waist - moving closer to you to hear you better. He'd kiss a line from your neck to your shoulder, his voice a murmur in your ear. "Where are we going, baby?" "A free room." You said simply - walking up the stairs, him following you like a lost puppy.

You eventually found a free bedroom, as you looked around Josh's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to the bed. His lips returned to yours, a hand moving through the strands of your hair - his lips moving to your neck.

It was strangely sensual for a party hookup, but you didnt complain. Your hands moved to his belt, moving to push it off. "Sweetheart-- take things slow." "I didn't bring you here to go slow." He'd place his hands atop of yours, "I'm serious." You saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, you tilted your head - a smirk forming on your face, you didn't want to shame him but you found it funny. "You haven't fucked as much as you said you have." "That's not--" "Hey, you can keep that facade outside of the bedroom. I dont give a fuck." "Promise you won't tell anyone.." "Your secret is safe with me, Washington."

That's how you found your face in the pillows, on your stomach - Josh slowly and softly fucking you from behind, his hands on your hips as he kissed at your neck and back muttering soft praises.

"So good--" "God.. you're amazing." "So pretty."

A strong arm gripping onto your waist as he pulled you onto your back, his cock still very much nestled deep inside of you. "Wanna see your pretty face." You didn't expect him to be needy during sex, but you were into it. He'd place a hand under your chin to maintain eyecontact with him as he continued to fuck his hips into yours in a soft rhythm.

"You can go harder you know--" Even with your permission, his hips only increased in its speed and harshness a little bit. He felt you tighten around him, a groan extracted from him as he moved his face into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses there. A hand snaked down between your bodies, as he played with your puffy neglected clit which made you hyper aware about how sensitive it was.

"Fuck-- next time, please let me eat you out, god.." He'd mutter into your neck, almost indiscernible - but it made you clench around him. His pace on your clit increased as his hips snapped into yours faster and deeper, making you cum around his cock - the wet, loud sounds from your arousal made your head drop back into the pillows as he fucked you through it.

His hips started to stutter, as a whine left him - the sound covered up by your neck as he pulled out of your soft heat. Your hand wrapping around his cock and pumping it softly, your thumb swirling the tip collecting the pre-cum there, feeling his hips fuck into your hand as his cum spurted onto your stomach.

As you both came down from your respective highs, the two of you just sat there for a moment - enjoying the presence of eachother. "Not really the sex god you say you are, Washington." "Shut the fuck up."

[sadembryhours]

Can you a Josh x reader where the reader helps Josh cope with his sisters’ death?

HUMAN! ♡ josh washington

synopsis : you try your best to help him live ; allow him to grieve and hold his hand as he does. silently, he’s forever thankful.

cw : heavy mental health talk / depections , josh is unwell , reader takes care of him

song inspo ; human by dodie

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Blue and red lights surround you, bouncing off of the freshly fallen snow. Jess is sobbing into Mike's shoulder, Emily holding her hand as they talk to two officers in their uniform. Sam is laying her own head on your shoulder, her hand squeezing yours as you both sit in silence.

Chris stands with Josh, who only stars at the mountain view around him.

You shiver as the wind whips by you, carrying a conversation your way. Two other officers look at Josh warily before looking back at the lodge. It was a crime scene now — closed for everyone until further notice.

"With me," your voice cuts through. Josh's watery, unseeing eyes seem to find you. With a frown, you look back towards the officer. "He can stay with me."

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The silence of the drive home follows you as you lead Josh inside. He treks in slowly, boots heavy, laced with snow and distress. Lifelessly, Josh all but falls onto your couch, perching there stiffly.

You frown, "Josh? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

He mumbles, but you can only hear him saying his sisters names. Crouching, you meet his gaze as best as you can. Your fingers lace into his — they're cold ; frigid and frozen as he simply twitches at the touch. "Josh. Are you with me?"

He still doesn't speak, no movement or sound comes from him at all. You hold your dismay in, concealing it and composing yourself instead. You stand, shuffling Josh out of his shoes and jacket until he's left in his sweater. Taking off your own outside clothes, you turn the tv onto something silly and absent-minded. With a stroke to the top of his head, you leave Josh to make something warm to eat.

It'll take time, you think to yourself. The stove comes to life, warming your house up even more as you cook. The living room is silent — Josh sits as still as a statue. You don't even know if he's blinked since coming in — since Sam woke him up from the horrible prank that was played on his sisters. It'll just take some time.

You blow on the food you'd made, setting it on the coffee table in front of you. A cup of Josh's favored drink goes to the left of it as you leave to get on your own plate. The couch dips as you sit beside him — he's still blank, even as you nudge him gently.

"Eat before it gets cold," you say quietly. Gentle — Josh needs gentle, tender words to help him come back ; help him heal. He merely blinks. "Should I feed you, then?"

A twitch of his lips — it's not much, but it's enough to get a grin out of you. Leaning forward, you meet his eyes. "I will! Is that what you want? The royal treatment, your highness Josh?"

His lips spread into a small, delicate smile before creaky, frozen joints start to move. He grabs his silverware with shaking hands, settling the plate on his lap. Josh stares at the steam, "thanks."

"Eat up," you respond. You squeeze his free hand for a minute before letting it go. Josh looks at you through his eyelashes and you smile at him. "There's plenty more if you're still hungry."

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No longer catatonic, Josh still only spoke quietly and sparsely. He ate one meal a day, if that, and only because you pestered him to do so. A week had went by with him simply sitting. He turned the tv to a news channel, eyes wide and seeing each and every emergency broadcast.

Simply waiting for any news of his sisters.

"Hey," you lean on the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Josh turns his head only an inch, eyes cemented on the current weather updates. "Want to shower? It'll warm you up."

Josh's hands twitch in his lap as he blinks. You bite your lip, going to stand in front of him. It's as if he's looking through you ; as if he can still the tv you stand in front of. "Josh?"

With no response, you take matters into your own hands once more. A warm washcloth is held in one hand, a bowl of steamy, soapy water in the other. You kneel on the floor in front of Josh, the bowl off to your right. Dipping the washcloth in the water, you wring it out before wiping Josh's face tenderly.

He blinks at the warmth, inhaling the scent of your soap slowly. Life trickles back into his eyes, sea foam brightening surely until he's looking at you. "[Name]."

"Hi," you grin at him. You set the rag down, hands in your lap as Josh stares. "Doing alright?"

"Yeah." Looking at the damp cloth in your hand, Josh blinks. "I don't think I can stand."

You shake your head before he finishes his sentence. You lift yourself to your knees, raking your fingers in his hair. "Don't worry about it. This is enough for now."

Josh's eyes flutter at your touch as you continue to give him a half-hearted bath. His hands unclench, leaving his side to wrap around your elbows. You pause, rag against his neck as you look at him curiously. He breathes out, "thank you."

"I'll get you a change of clothes when I'm done, hm?"

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The nightmares seem to start then. The more Josh continued to come back to reality, the meaner his mind became. Trying to get him in a bed was useless — your guest room was absent of a tv and he needed to see the news.

Whimpering wakes you from the small sleep you'd drifted off to. You never had a deep sleep now, always keeping one ear open for Josh. Letting out a sleepy sigh, you stumble into the living room.

He's already awake by the time you find him. Curled up on the floor in front of the couch, knees to his chest as he cries. "Sorry," Josh stutters, "sorry, I'm so sorry."

You don't know if he's talking to you or someone — something else.

Slowly, so you don't spook him, you take a seat to Josh's left. Your eyes droop as you lean your chin on the table, hand inching to his. You entertwine your fingers with his, taking them from where Josh was pulling and tugging at his hair.

Josh jumps, eyes wide and startled as he searches for you in the darkness. You smile his way softly, "let's sleep in my room tonight. I'll keep the tv on."

You're already half-asleep when Josh curls around you. Turning, you open you arms to welcome him into your embrace. A heavy, withering sigh escapes his mouth and causes his chest to tremble. Josh burrows his face into your chest, "thank you, [Name]."

"You have to stop thanking me," you slur sleepily. Tender, tickilish nails scrape against his scalp lightly, bringing him closer to you. Josh sighs and relaxes further. "I don't mind taking care of you."

As you drift off, a tentative, burning kiss is left at your clavicle. Josh breathes you in once more before he delves into blissful, happy memories of his sisters.

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[emarie-writes]

No Pressure

Josh Washington x GN!Reader

Summary: At his own party, Josh’s confident act fades when he admits he’s a virgin—only for the reader to lead him through a passionate, awkwardly sweet first time.

Warnings: Smut (mdni 18+), virgin!Josh, first time, teasing, experienced!reader, praise kink, alcohol mention, vulnerability

The Washington lodge was alive tonight—pulsing music, red solo cups, and the hum of laughter ricocheting off log walls. Josh stood in the center of it all, his signature smirk in place like armor, greeting guests and making offhanded jokes that bordered on flirtatious.

You caught him watching you more than once. You weren’t new to his parties, but tonight was different. Maybe it was the way his gaze lingered longer. Maybe it was the way he gravitated toward you, that practiced charm of his cracking just a little when you smiled back. “So,” he drawled, leaning casually against the kitchen island like a guy in a teen drama. “You here to flirt with me or steal my liquor?”

You arched a brow. “Can’t it be both?”

He choked on his sip of beer and laughed, “Touché.”

The flirting built like pressure behind a dam—smirks, close whispers, his hand resting just a little too low on your back when he guided you through the crowd. And eventually, predictably, he murmured in your ear, “Wanna ditch this for somewhere quieter?”

You said yes.

His bedroom was dimly lit, warm from the fire crackling low in the fireplace. He kicked the door shut behind you, suddenly unsure of what to do with his hands. Josh tried to play it cool—shrugging off his jacket and tossing it carelessly aside, fingers combing through his hair in that way you were sure he practiced in the mirror. “So, uh… you comfortable? I can put something on. Music. Or, like, Netflix.”

You stepped into his space, toeing off your shoes. “You nervous, Washington?”

His laugh was breathy, nervous. “Pfft. What? No. No way. Just—uh, checking in.”

You took a step closer. “You seem a little stiff.”

“Well, you’re kinda hot and standing real close, so—yeah. I’m doing my best here.”

The kiss came suddenly, both of you leaning in at once. It was heated, a little clumsy, all teeth and lips at first until it settled into something slower. His hands found your waist, your hips, gripping you like he was afraid to pull you too close too fast. When your fingers started tugging at the hem of his shirt, Josh tensed. You pulled back slightly, blinking. “Hey. You okay?”

He licked his lips, looking at you with wide eyes, no smirk in sight. “Yeah. Yeah, I just… okay, full honesty moment?” His hands dropped to his sides. “I’ve never actually done this before. Like. Not all the way.”

You paused, your expression softening. “You mean you’re a virgin?”

Josh winced like you’d said a dirty word. “Kinda ruins the whole ‘smooth party guy’ image, huh?”

You smiled—warm, reassuring—and cupped his face gently. “Josh, that doesn’t ruin anything. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

His eyes flicked to yours, searching, hopeful. “You’re not, like, turned off or weirded out?”

“Not even a little. You’re hot, you’re sweet, and you’re clearly trying your best.” You let your voice drop into something teasing. “I think that’s kind of adorable, actually.”

He groaned softly. “God, don’t say adorable when I’m trying to get laid.”

You leaned in, kissing him again. Slower this time. Deeper. “Let me help you, Josh.”

Clothes were shed with fumbling hands, his nerves showing every time your fingertips brushed his bare skin. He watched you like you were magic, eyes wide and dark with wonder as you guided him to the bed. You settled astride his lap, kissing down his neck, letting your hands wander with purpose. “Tell me if anything feels too fast, okay?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay. Yeah. I’m good. Just… wow.” Your fingers danced along his chest, your hips grinding slow against the tent in his boxers. His breath hitched, hands gripping your thighs like you were keeping him grounded.

“You feel good, baby,” you whispered into his ear, delighting in the way he shivered under you.

Josh let out a low, unsteady moan. “Holy shit. This is, like, already the best night of my life.”

You laughed against his skin, your fingers sliding beneath his waistband. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m serious,” he groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this. About you.”

You paused, genuinely surprised. “Me?”

He flushed, avoiding your eyes. “I may have had a thing for you since, like, the first time you came to one of my parties.”

You bit your lip, feeling your heart warm even through the haze of arousal. “Then let’s make it count.”

You guided him slowly, easing him inside you with gentle words and reassuring touches. Josh’s head fell back, a strangled sound escaping his throat, “Oh my God—” You moved carefully, watching every twitch of his brow, every hitch of his breath. He was clearly overwhelmed, trying desperately to hold back, his hands shaking as they gripped your hips. “I-I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, biting down hard on his lip.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, stroking his cheek. “Just feel it. Let go.” And he did—his body going taut beneath you, hips jerking up helplessly as he came with a guttural, needy sound. His arms wrapped tight around you, burying his face in your shoulder as he trembled. You held him through it, pressing soft kisses to his hair. “You did good, Josh.”

He laughed breathlessly. “Jesus. I lasted, like… negative three seconds.”

You grinned. “That just means we’ve got time to practice.”

Josh looked up at you with flushed cheeks and something shy in his smile. “You’d… want to do this again?”

You leaned in close, brushing your nose against his. “I’d be honored to be your sex tutor, Washington.”

He snorted. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” You laughed, curling up against his chest.

[hopelesssheaven]

Need a Josh Washington fic inspired by him going “whatever you say madam” cuz

[runawrites-blog]

Until The Break Of Dawn Ch. 1 (Josh Washington x Reader)

Summary: A year after the tragedy on Blackwood Mountain your boyfriend Josh invites you back over for an annual getaway with his friends. You hesitate but decide to go, wanting to be there for your boyfriend more than anything. But you are not prepared for what the night has in store for you and your friends or for what it brings back up. (Female Reader) Warnings: Canon typical violence, talk of death, talk of past trauma, talk of disappearances, both regarding the twins and Reader's dad in the past. Specific warnings will be posted in the notes of each chapter. No Y/N, Petnames (Honey) Author's Note: This is the first of my works with multiple chapters that I'm posting here, so I hope it works out the way I plan for it. The first chapter is basically focused on the prank. Warnings will be updated with each new chapter. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49644949/chapters/125302714

Sam was panicking.

Hannah and Beth were gone, the latter now looking for her heartbroken sister during a snowstorm. And no one had seen them for the past thirty minutes. Needless to say, everyone was starting to panic. Matt was trying to convince everyone to go looking for the girls while Mike insisted that they had probably not gotten far and calling for them instead. Emily insisted that it had been a joke and Hannah had overreacted while Jess shushed her, trying to listen for her friends. Next to them, Sam was close to simply running after them and Ashley had started crying.

“This was a terrible idea. We need to do something!”

Sam nodded at Ashley. “We need to wake up Josh, his girlfriend and Chris. But especially Josh.”

“You do that and we start looking for them.” Matt said, ruffling his hair. “This was such a fucking terrible idea!”

“You guys go search for them and we wait here in case Hannah comes back.” Jessica nodded, clearly not liking the idea of going into the woods. “Someone has to stay here in case they come back.”

Mike shook his head and frowned. “We’re all going.”

“But--“

Matt immediately interjected Emily’s protest. “Em, this is our fault. We need to look for them. I’ll wake Josh and Chris. You guys wait here.”

He took off for the kitchen while Sam went for the living room where she found you, still asleep on the couch and curled up by the fire. You had fallen asleep there a few hours ago. Josh had put a blanket on you and then dissapeared into the kitchen with Chris. Sam quickly got to her knees and shook you awake. It took a few seconds for you to fully wake up and you stared at her in mild confusion when you did.

“What’s going on?”

“We need your help.” Sam explained in a panic. “They played this dumb prank on Hannah and she ran out into the snow. Beth went after her but they haven’t come back in half an hour. We all need to go and look for them.”

You were up immediately, panic coursing through you at the thought of your friends lost in the woods. Hurriedly, you put on your snowboots and nearly fell over in your attempt to tie them while hopping toward the front door. “We could go in groups of two to three people. Someone should stay behind though.”

“Good idea.” Sam nodded and followed you, grabbing your jacket that had been discarded on a nearby armchair and handing it to you. “And we should probably have each group look at a specific area of the mountain.”

“And we--“

You were interrupted by someone calling out your name and when you turned in the direction the voice had come from, Josh was hurrying over. For someone who’d been out drunk a few minutes ago he looked terribly sober now, eyes wet with tears.

“What happened? What did you guys do?”

“I don’t know.” You explained quickly. “I was asleep on the couch. Sam woke me up and said they played a prank on Hannah.”

“We fucked up, Josh.” Sam said in desperation. “I tried to find Hannah but their damn prank had already started and now the twins are out in the snowstorm. They have been outside for half an hour now.”

Josh swallowed and tried to calm down. “Okay, we-- we have to go now!”

You nodded and grabbed Josh by the arm, trying to shove your worries and the memories this all evoked in you away in favour of being strong for your boyfriend. “Let’s go.”

The next hours were spent walking through the snow, shivering and calling out the twins’ names to no avail. You had gone with Josh while everyone else had split into groups of two with Chris staying behind in case the twins got back. But he hadn’t called either of you, yet, meaning they hadn’t come back. You could tell Josh was getting increasingly panicked, his movements getting frantic and his eyes overflowing with tears ever so often. He was trying to wipe the tears away before you saw them but you did and you could only imagine how horrible this must have been for him. It was painful to see your long-term boyfriend like this, so distraught and hopeless.

“Josh.” You said, stopping in front of him. “We should call the police or mountain rescue or anyone that can help us.”

“We need to keep looking!” He insisted, a sob breaking from his throat. “Honey, we need to-- we need to-- we looked everywhere! We searched this whole fucking mountain and we haven’t found any sign of them!”

You gasped in shock as he fell to his knees, sobbing brokingly into the night’s raging snowstorm. Quickly, you crouched down to embrace him, trying to calm him down. Josh kept crying, hopeless and broken. You also felt close to tears, feeling helpless and lost yourself. It was all so terribly reminiscent of your father’s death, of the way you hadn’t been able to help, to get anyone to help before it had been too late. But this was no time to think about something that had happened back in Middleschool when there was a more pressing matter at hand. You had to be strong for Josh. You had to get help before it was too late.

“Josh, we will call someone now. Someone will come and help us, someone with search dogs, equiptment and much more light. They will find them in no time, I’m sure.” You urged gently, knowing that there was no time to be lost. “Take it from someone who had a loved one pass away in the wilderness -- we need professional help. I never-- We thought we could find my dad on our own and we didn’t. But it’s not too late for Hannah and Beth.”

“I shouldn’t have left them alone. I should have--“

“Josh, this isn’t your fault.”

“But it is.”

[rat-club]

I need something with Chris + Josh + reader

Josh and reader are close friends and Chris has a thing fkr her and they end up fucking in Josh's obnoxiously bougie bed ughdh

YESSSS I’d literally die omfg (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

Josh

Chris

Reader

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You and Josh have been friends for as long as you can remember, nothing more. Yeah you’ve spent the night, but on the couch, y’know? He’s like a brother to you, so you’re a bit thrown off at his nervous demeanor when he asks you to come play video games at his house with him and his friend Chris.

He’s just one of my buddies from English. He’s pretty stoked to meet you.

Oh wow, look at you playing Cupid over here, I never took you as the matchmaking type.

He looks down and laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You raise an eyebrow, wondering why he’s so out of character today.

You good, man? You seem kind of jittery. What happened to Mr “I’m always confident even when I look like an asshole?”

He shoots you a look and you roll your eyes. You put your hands up and take a step back.

Woah, touched a nerve there.

No it’s just… been a weird day, y’know?

You put a hand on his back, softly rubbing. Normally he’d smile and respond with a simple “thanks,” but now he looks down, his cheeks slightly flushed.

I’m sure we can calm your nerves over some Minecraft with Chris. Hey how about we pick up some drinks on the way back?

He perked back up at the mention of Minecraft and alcohol, seemingly forgetting how strange he was acting a few moments ago.

Y’know what, fuck yeah

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You’re back at Josh’s house, getting your Minecraft world started while you wait for Chris. You’re sitting next to Josh ,who’s draped over the armrest.

Are you sure he’s gonna be okay with us starting without him?

I think he’ll just be fine as long as we don’t drink without him.

For a moment your eyes linger on him for a bit too long. You never noticed how soft his hair looks. You wonder how it feels. How would it feel to run your hand through it, play with it, tug it-

Uhhh is there something in my hair?

Your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as you try to look away. Josh catches on, unintentionally staring at your slightly embarrassed form. You can’t help but notice how his eyes linger, studying your body from bottom to top as he takes in the sight of you. The beauty of you. And for a moment, just a money, you stare back. Your eyes lock as if the only thing you can see is eachother. Anything could be happening around you right now, but all you’ll see is Josh. A knock on the door snaps you out of it. Josh clears his throat before making his way to the door.

Hey man, whats up?

We’ve been waiting on you, Cochise.

Josh pats Chris’s back as he guides him to the couch where you’re sitting, beer in one hand, controller in the other. This was your first official impression of Chris. Yeah you’ve have a class or two with him and caught him staring a few times, but it’s not like you guys ever actually had a full conversation.

Hey man, what’s good?

Heyyyyyyyy

He stands there awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say to you. Josh breaks the silence, walking up to Chris to hand him a controller.

Why don’t you have a seat

Uhhh where

His eyes land on the two empty spots on either side of you. Josh walks over and plops down in the spot he was originally in. Chris takes a gulp before following his lead, trying to copy Josh’s chill and confident attitude.

Alright party people, let’s get this game started.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

After a bit of drinking and gaming, Chris finally loosens up. He’s laughing, joking, telling you more about himself as he leans closer and closer to you. Strangely, whenever me moves closer, so does Josh. This goes on until you’re sandwiched between the two boys.

Um guys? Maybe a little breathing room?

Whaaaat? But youre soooo warm.

Josh?

He somehow moves even closer to you, his body now pressed completely against yours. Whenever he pushes into you, you automatically get pushed closer to Chris.

Ok no more beers. For either of you.

Huh? But what about you?

You take a sip from the bottle in your hand, smirking at Chris.

I can handle my drinks. You two can’t. I mean look at you guys, you’re practically smothering me.

I mean, don’t act like you don’t like it.

W-what? What are you-

Oh come onnnn. I’ve seen how you talk about him. What you wrote, what you texted, all of it.

Your face turns even redder as Josh exposes you. You turn to Chris, seeing a look of absolute shock on his face. Shock and… something else? For a moment, you can’t quite place what it is, until you see him staring at your body. Oh lord.

J-Josh I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You’re even worse at lying than you are at gaming, y’know?

Him and Chris nod at each other, as if this was planned or something. Hang out with you, get you comfortable, expose you, then what? Though, you don’t have to wonder what comes next for long. Josh grabs you, putting you on his lap to face Chris as he wraps his large arms around your waist. He goes to your ear, continuing to list the details of every dirty thing you wrote down about Chris. Chris looms over you, nervously staring at you as you rub your legs together, panting in desperation. He takes that as in invitation to move in, starting off by smashing your lips together as his hands roam your body, groping and feeling you.

You let out soft moans and whimpers, fueling their desire for you. You feel something hard poke against your ass before Josh slowly starts to grind against you.

Who would’ve thought you were such a little slut. “God, I just want him to throw me down and use me, ripping my clothes off and grabbing me. Pulling my hair, degrading me, making me feel so fucking good.”

All you can whine at his his words, your current position makes it so that you’re unable to defend yourself in any way. You’re completely at the mercy of these two boys, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Chris’s hand makes its way down your pants at an agonizingly slow pace, slowly rubbing your aching clit. You moan into the kiss, leaning into him. Josh takes this opportunity to attack your neck as he moves his hands from your waist, snaking them under your shirt and under your bra. He cups your breasts, squeezing and massaging one while the other pinches and rolls your nipple. You’re an absolute mess.

Chris stops what he’s doing and moves to take off your pants and underwear while Josh works on removing your shirt and bra. Suddenly, he shoves you, making you tumble off the couch and onto the floor. You lay on the carpet, now completely exposed as the two men look over your shaking form.

You think this is too rough?

You see this? Nothings too rough for her. Just look at her, dripping for us.

Josh crouches down and grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him.

Come on princess, show our friend here how much you like it.

You nod, crawling up to Chris as Josh watches, a smug look on his face. Once you get to him, you get on your knees, legs slightly spear as you reach up to his pants. You struggle with the zipper, erupting a loud, obnoxious laugh from Josh.

Come on slut, it’s not like you haven’t done this a million times before.

Chris rolls his eyes, moving his hands to help you with his pants. He puts a hand on you, caressing your cheek. You lean into it, gazing up at him before getting back to work. You tug his pants and boxers down, revealing his large, dripping member. You waste no time taking it in your hand and starting to pump. Just then, you feel Josh behind you, snaking his arm around to play with your pussy. Rubbing your clit, dipping his fingers inside, bringing them to your lips to make you taste yourself.

Chris moves his hands to the sides of your head and slowly guides his aching member into your mouth. You bob your head, swirling your tongue around it as he throws his head back, moaning and praising you. Meanwhile, Josh gets on the floor, laying on his back with his head between your legs. Your dripping pussy just inches above him. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you down so you can sit on his face.

Hot, sweaty moans and other lewd sounds fill the room. The controllers and beers have been long forgotten. All you can feel is Josh sucking on your clit and Chris’s member hitting the back of your throat. He gasps and whimpers as you take him deeper and deeper, occasionally choking. But that only seems to fuel his arousal. He slowly starts losing control, mumbling soft apologies as he starts face fucking you. Grabbing your hair and slamming into you. You gag and choke as he continues to apologize and praise you.

Fuck princess, I’m sorry, you just feel so fucking good. I’m almost there ok, just a bit more. Can you handle that? Yeah good girl.

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes. It’s all too much. You feel am your orgasm approaching as his member starts to twitch in your mouth. You grind on Josh’s face as he moves a hand and sticks two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out while he continues to suck on your clit. His other hand roughly smacks your ass, making you squeal around Chris.

With I final thrust, Chris shoves your face down onto him, spilling directly down your throat. He slowly pulls out of your mouth, looking at the mess he made. Drool, cum, and tears adorn your face. You grip Josh’s hair, crying out and making unintelligible sounds. Chris takes in the sight of you sitting on Josh’s face while you feel you scream out.

F-fuck I’m gonna- mmm fuck gonna cum

Your orgasm rips through you. Your mind is completely blank. All you can do is moan and cry out while you put your full body weight on Josh, cumming on his face. When you call to the side, Chris is there to catch you, scooping you up. Josh gets up, licking his lips to taste more of you.

So, how’d you like her?

Chris looks down at you, clinging to him while you’re in his arms.

Don’t worry, we’re not done with her. Let’s go.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

Chris gently places you on Josh’s bed before he starts to strip with Josh. They crawl on the obnoxiously large bed towards your vulnerable form. Their lustful glares focus on you, and only you as they make their way to you. Josh grabs your ankle, yanking you towards him.

We’re gonna stretch this tight little pussy out now, m’kay? Think you can take it?

You nod, sitting up to position yourself over Josh’s throbbing member. Chris sneaks up behind you, moving his hands to feel you up while attacking your neck. Josh puts his hands on your hips, lowering you down into him. You wince and whimper at the stinging.

I know, I know baby. It’ll feel good soon, I promise.

He slowly lowers you farther and farther down onto him. They both take turns soothing you, getting you ready to take both of them. Once Josh is fully in, he waits, letting you adjust. After a minute, you nod, giving Chris permission to enter. He eagerly presses himself against your pussy, sliding in along Josh’s. He’s a bit more impatient, not waiting for you to stretch to accommodate his size. You let out a yelp and look at Josh with a pined expression. He puts a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

Woah easy there Cochise. I said she likes it rough, not being torn open.

I-I know. I’m sorry, she just feels so fucking good.

He slows down, letting you adjust before pushing in more and more. Finally, both of the boys are buried deep inside of your aching pussy. They nod at each other before slowly taking turns pulling out and pushing back in. You feel amazing. As your moans get louder and louder, they pick up the pace.

It’s like she’s sucking us in.

Yeah, looks like this little slut can’t get enough of us, right princess?

You cry out at their words as they pound you, each thrust hitting a new spot. Josh starts to rub your clit, smashing your lips together to swallow your moans. Chris bites and nips at your neck, making your whole body spasm and twitch. They keep rocking their hips, moving you back and forth between them. You feel another orgasm start to build up inside of you, causing your walls to squeeze and tighten around them.

Cum for us princess. I wanna hear those pretty moans.

And just like that, your second orgasm hits you like a truck. You’re screaming, louder than before. Chris buries himself inside of you up to the hilt, filling you up with his length and his cum. Not long after, Josh is also cumming deep inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm.

They both slowly pull out, watching their cum drip out of you. Chris lays down, spooning you and telling you how well you did while Josh cleans you up with a cloth. Afterwards, they both hold you, too exhausted and fucked out for words. But no words were needed. You knew that they would take care of you.

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Someone take my phone away

[emswirls]

⨳゛what was I made for..?

﹒𐐪 au l you discovered who was behind the mask/"prank", it tore you to discover the truth..

ꜝꜝ﹒note I i'm back after almost 3 years!! and my obsession with Josh came back full force.. so here I am again😻

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[supersaddoubled]

matching freaks (derogatory)

josh washington x kind of evil!reader

warnings: manipulation, mentions of su1c1de and death, toxic relationship, crying, sharp objects, basically abuse

a/n: hey! this is my first fic that i wrote just for sillies cuz i couldn't get it out of my mind.

wc: 1.4k

Cold. The ground beneath you aches with the frigid air of the mountain. The snow swirls into the shed, where three walls offer little to no warmth in the midst of a storm. Your eyes are met with the site of dirt and small pebbles, as your fingers trace over the earth. The howling wind serves as a background for your racing thoughts, all consumed by one thing: Josh.

You hadn’t just come to sit outside in freezing weather for fun; tonight had been anything but. Your boyfriend of three years sits bound in front of you by rope tied by your own friends. Who could blame them? He had tormented everyone for hours, convinced you he was dead, and possibly killed Jessica. Despite the resentment you now hold for your lover, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone out here in the cold night air. Worry for him consumes you still, in spite of his lack of concern for anyone else. You can’t bring your eyes to meet his, afraid of what you might find in them. Does the man you love still exist? Or is he merely a vessel for the grief and hurt that has consumed him? You almost feel ashamed of yourself for holding the deep love for him within you still after the many ways he has twisted the minds of you and your friends.

“Sweetheart..” Josh’s ragged voice pulls you from thought, yet your eyes remain planted to the ground.

“Baby please,” He begs for your attention.

His voice weakens your already crumbling resolve until it breaks.

Slowly, your eyes raise to meet his. The veil of psychosis lingers, but a new emotion stirs behind them, something you can’t quite place. Fear, perhaps? Or longing? Maybe both. 

“I need you to believe me sweetheart, I never wanted you to get hurt here. This wasn’t meant for you.” He pleads for your understanding as well as he can in his battered state. “You are everything for me. My world revolves around you, you are my only purpose.”

“Josh,” You start weakly, shaking your head.

“No, baby, listen to me. This was all for us, we have our resolution now, we can be happy.” His voice more frenetic with every word.

“I thought you were fucking dead Josh!” Your voice breaks through his jumbled ‘explanation’ as tears that had brimmed in your eyes for so long finally spilled out like ice water onto your cheeks. “How is that for me? How does that not hurt me? I watched you die.”

His entire demeanor drops at the idea that he is the source of your pain. After Hannah and Beth’s disappearance, you held him together by the small pieces that were left. You healed him in a way no one else could, even though so much of it was irreparable. How could he ever hurt you? You were his solace, his safety, his home. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to go like that for you. But we can move on now! We can have our life together!” His guilt suddenly swaps for what he believes will make it up to you.

“Josh they’re going to fucking lock you up. This was fucking psychotic! Do you actually think I will ever get to see you again outside of a goddamn asylum?” Your angry reasoning cuts through his dream like a knife. All hope drains from his face and tears form as apologies spill from his lips for what seems to be the millionth time in your relationship.

“You can’t leave me.. please.” His words barely break through the cries wracking his body, but his desperation dissolves your anger, at least to a manageable level. You crawl from your spot a few feet away to right below his knees, bringing your hands up to cup his tear stricken face.

“Josh, honey, look at me,” you plead softly with him. His gaze moves from his lap to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to leave you, I want to spend forever with you. But you have made it practically impossible.” Your words soft yet cutting. “I have an idea, but I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?” You ask as though he is incapable of understanding you, but he meets your tone with an entranced nod nonetheless.

“We need to run. We need to get off the mountain now and go as far away as possible, where they will never find you. We can build our life somewhere safe, but I need you to get us down this mountain.” You instruct him firmly, with your grip on his face mimicking your tone.

Josh’s trust immediately sours, fear forming in its place. He begins shaking his head, eyes wide, “I don’t know if-” he starts.

“No!” You shout harshly, your grip on him becoming slightly painful. “How am I supposed to live without you Josh? They’re going to take you from me!” You wail. “We have to run. Now.” Your brain is scattered at the thought of living without Josh.

He remains unconvinced, his mind suddenly filled with what ifs and every worst outcome. “Baby stop please,” he cries softly, “that’s too dangerous. What if something happened to you? What if they hurt you?”

“I should have known.” You respond, disappointed as you drop his face and move back from him. He leans into where your harsh touch once was, craving the comfort the cruelty brought him. “I was never your priority,” you spit venomously, “You don’t really love me.” Your words slice deeper than anything else could as you stand up emotionlessly.

Josh becomes a blubbering mess, attempting to sway your feelings and bring you back to him.

You eye the hatchet hanging on the wall of the shed before stomping over to it. Josh’s eyes widen in fear. “Hey come on sweetie, you don’t need that, please, come back to me honey.” He begs, terrified of your intentions.

Your hands wrap around the handle of the hatchet, tearing it from the wall before storming behind Josh, who is now full blown pleading for mercy. You bring the blade up and Josh’s breathing halts. The blade lands on the rope binding him to the wooden beam, freeing him from his confines. Air fills his lungs again in relief as he realizes what you have done. His relief is short lived though, as you toss the hatchet down on the ground in front of him before reappearing before him.

“Kill me.” You say in a voice far too casual for the request you just made. 

Josh stares at you in disbelief, unsure what you could possibly mean by that.

“I said fucking kill me Joshua!” Your tone more biting than the winter air.

“What the hell do you mean?” He asks, shakily rising from the stool.

“I’m not living without you Josh! If you won’t go with me then just fucking kill me!” You scream as you kick the hatchet to Josh’s feet.

“STOP!” Josh’s fear morphs into anger as he moves towards you.

“KILL ME!” You begin to chant, playing on Josh’s rage. Unfortunately, not in the way you hoped. He treads over to you before gripping you by the shoulders and roughly shaking you. “Fucking stop.” He growls.

He is met with silence other than your laboured breathing as you peer into his eyes. Your eyes soon fill with tears, yet again, before you collapse into his arms. Sobs shake you to your core as his grip on you turns from violence to concern.

“Josh you can’t leave me.” You cry into his shoulder as your hands dig into his shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline.

“I won’t, ever. I promise.” he shushes you, still shaken by your outburst as he pets your hair with his hand. “I’ll go with you, ok?” He pulls away enough to meet your eyes and see you nod in agreement. “Without the hatchet.”

You laugh softly before agreeing. “We need to go before Mike comes back.” You remind him as you peer back to the path leading to the lodge.

“Ok, let’s go, yeah?” He responds tentatively, as though he is greeting a scared animal. He is relieved to be met with a smile before you place your hand in his. He presses a kiss to the side of your head before leading you out into the mountain storm, fully confident in his ability to get down the mountain he had lived on his whole life.

If only he knew about Hannah.

[b3rryb3t]

Just a girl who has just entered her fanfic phase mainly because of Josh Washington.

[the-faceless-bride]

please write a Josh fic, i haven't seen anyone do one for him in a while and kinda need new ones since I've read like all of them on tumbr

I'm working on my next Josh chapter. If you haven't read 'it was just a prank' you should,(;

[spaceycat]

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 ࣪𖤐₊˚ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗. ☄. *

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: kill of the night by gin wigmore (5:25) // ༉‧₊ " the danger is i'm dangerous, and i might just tear you apart.. i'm gonna get ya, i'm gonna get ya get ya." ☆˚₊

✰ pairing: psycho mask!josh washington x fem!reader

✰ cw: dead dove do not eat if you squint LOL, gunplay (not a real gun), threatens of murder, blowjob, p in v sex, facedown doggy, no one actually gets hurt, spit kink, swearing.

✰ word count: 1.3k+

✰ summary: you found josh's psycho mask in a closet while cleaning and managed to convince him to fuck you in it, he really got into character.

✰ a/n: this fic has been in my drafts since february 1st and i sincerely apologise.....

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ psycho/josh !!

You were initially just searching for something in the closets and boxes in the lodge, thats when you found the sheer amount of things that the Washingtons were harbouring just out of sight. So you took it upon yourself as the very kind daughter-in-law to clean out the mess that was their clutter. You were a solid way through it, separating items into 'keep', 'sell' and 'maybe' (items you had to consult with josh) boxes, thats when something caught your eye. It was that mask that Josh wore way back when to a Halloween party that Mike hosted, looking at it now - you forgot how hot he looked with it on. You couldn't see his face obviously, but his mood and personality shifted a bit.

He became more confident, charismatic if that's even possible for Josh. You've kind of forgotten about it until now, and you had some ideas.

You found Josh sitting on his bed in his room, developing some pictures he took on his computer. He was deep in it until he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Josh looked up at you, taking note of the grin on your face and your arms behind your back. "What's got you all giddy? Find something interesting?" He closed and set aside his computer, that's when you moved onto the bed - settling beside him.

His arm settled around your shoulders, slipping back and grabbing the mask from behind you. "Hey--" You scoffed trying to get it from him, but he held it high. "What's this?" He looked at it confused, moving it in front of him to look at it better. "Is this that mask that I wore to Mike's party?" He let you snatch it from his hands. "Yeah." You muttered, hand swiping off some of the dust of it. "And why do you have that, babe?" He tilted his head at you, hand moving back around your shoulders.

You couldn't deny the blush that crept up to dust your cheeks, "It's nothing--" He clicked his tongue, "It's clearly not." You let out a breath, "It's like-- weird." "I'm into weird." "I was thinking maybe you could.." You paused for a moment, "Do you want to have sex in this?" He sucked in a breath at your bluntness, a look of confusion moving over his face before shifting into something different. "In this? With the mask on?" "..Yeah." "Then how are you gonna see my pretty face?" He cooed, moving closer to you. You slammed the mask into his chest and he caught it sliding down his chest. "Yes or no, Josh?" "..I'm open to it." He looked down at the plastic mask in his hands, "I'm sure I can find the rest of the costume somewhere."

And that's how you found yourself, sitting down in front of the edge of the bed - the carpet burning the skin of your knees in a sickeningly sweet way. Josh was above you, wearing that mask and the rest of that outfit he did on Halloween.

There was something about how his breathing was heavy and his head was tilted as you saw a flicker of his eyes through the cutout of the mask. You started to unzip his jeans, palming his hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. "There you go, Bunny." He murmured, his voice deeper. Darker, than usual. You slowly pulled out his hard cock, seeing the delicious beads of pre-cum coming from the tip. "Open your mouth, wide." He tapped the tip of his cock against your lips. You accommodated, opening up your mouth - he slowly slipped his cock into your mouth. "If you're good, angel.. maybe I'll fuck you."

He practically fucked your throat, spit dripping down the sides of your mouth to your chin. "So messy-" You instinctively moaned around his cock, this change of character turned you on so hard - your hand slipping down into your sweatpants and panties, circling your puffy, neglected clit. He tsked, grabbing your arm. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" You shook your head, looking up at him with eager eyes. He let out a breath, "Alright, get up." You looked confused for a moment, getting up off your knees. That's when he grabbed your arm, pulling you onto the bed - settling you onto your stomach. He pushed your ass into the air, his other hand pushing your head down into the pillows. "I'm gonna take off my mask." He mumbled, you heard him opening the bedside drawer - confused you tried to lift your head but was met with cool metal. "Josh?--" "Uh uh.. head down." You obeyed, that's when you felt the bed dip, his warm breath against your ear. "Don't worry.. it's not loaded, baby." You then felt him pull your sweatpants and panties down, the cool air meeting your swollen, warm cunt. "So wet.." He mumbled, "You like this, bunny?" Josh parted your folds with his pointer and middle finger, watching how you clenched around nothing - a moan leaving your lips, muffled by the pillows. He spit directly onto your wanting pussy, his fingers dragging the wetness up and down, your hole to your clit. "I'm gonna take off my mask now.." He paused for a moment, "And you can't look, if you look I'll blow your fucking brains out, understood?" You didn't respond, he pushed the gun into your head harder. "Understood?" "Y-Yes, I under.. I understand." "Good little bunny."

You heard him slip off his mask settling it down on the pillow next to your head. Then you felt his cock slip up and down your pussy, tapping against your clit. His gloved hand moved to your hip for leverage as he slowly sunk his cock inside of you. "So tight, feel s'good.." He slowly rocked his cock inside of you.

The feeling of his cock inside of you and the depravity of being able to feel and see him added to the sensation of how full you felt, how used. You started to grind your hips back to meet his thrusts, "C'mon, tiny.. use me. You wanted this so bad, now use me." He weaved his hand underneath you, his fingers meeting your clit as his other hand pulled you up by your hair. Seating you in his lap, his cock driving deeper into you, touching that spot that made you see stars. That's when you felt the gun pressed underneath your chin, "Remember, no looking, angel." The cool gun metal against your hot skin felt good, too good as you continued to rocked your hips back against the rhythm of his own.

Your moans became louder and higher pitched as you felt that sensation pooling in your tummy. Josh knew, of course he did - from the way you were clenching on his cock and bouncing on it like there was no tomorrow. "Cum for me." He murmured against your ear, his fingers moving faster against your bundle of nerves. Your eyes closing as the sensation overtook you, hips staggering as you came the hardest you ever did.

His hips didn't let up, searching for his own release - not caring that you were trying to push yourself off of him from overstimulation. His hips faltered as he burrowed and came deep inside of you, his cum painting your insides as his head rested against the crook of your neck.

Your eyes remained closed as he locked your lips in a kiss, "..So good for me, baby.. you did so good." He murmured against your lips.

"Let's get you cleaned up okay?" "Okay.."

You both knew that that mask would become a common thing for the two of you.

[sadembryhours]

got a request for josh washington nd the angstiest thought :

w*ndigo!josh being self-aware of what hes doing, even when the love of his life is standing in front of him (:

inspired by strangers by ethel cain

[emarie-writes]

Fractured

Josh Washington x GN!Reader

Summary: After Beth and Hannah go missing, Josh spirals into guilt and grief. The reader offers him quiet comfort, helping him feel seen and less alone in his unraveling.

Warning: Angst (comfort fic), grieving and processing, psychological trauma/stress, mentions of death (Hannah and Beth)

It had been weeks since they vanished.

The snow still sat heavy on the mountaintop, like it hadn’t noticed the absence. The world moved on. That’s what it does. But Josh?

Josh was stuck in the moment they screamed.

You’d been at the lodge that night, just downstairs. You’d heard the shouting, the laughter, the cruelty—though not loud enough to know the whole truth. You weren’t part of the prank, but you were part of the silence that followed it. You blamed yourself for that. Not as much as Josh blamed himself, though.

No one could compete with that kind of self-hatred.

You found him one evening on the floor of his room, sitting against the bed frame. His hoodie was twisted like he’d yanked it halfway off before giving up. His hair was a mess. Eyes bloodshot.

“Josh,” you said quietly. He didn’t look up.

You crouched down and reached a hand toward his arm, but he flinched. “They’re dead,” he said, voice raw, like every word cut. “I know everyone’s pretending they might be out there, but come on. They’re dead. And it’s because of me.”

You didn’t argue. You couldn’t lie to him. But you didn’t move away, either. He glanced at you with a bitterness you almost mistook for anger. “I passed out. Passed out. They needed me and I was too drunk to even know they were gone until morning.”

“Josh…” you whispered, barely able to speak around the tightness in your chest. “You couldn’t have known. You didn’t plan any of this.”

“I might as well have,” he muttered. “I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve protected them. That’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re a big brother, right?”

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault. That it was a horrible accident. That no one could’ve predicted where it would end. But he’d heard all of that already—from his parents, from Chris, from the cops, from therapists. It didn’t reach him anymore. So you said the only thing that came to your heart, “You loved them.”

His eyes locked onto yours, wide and wet. “What?”

“You loved them,” you repeated. “So much that it’s eating you alive. That doesn’t make you weak, Josh. That makes you human.”

His lips quivered, like he was trying not to fall apart. “It doesn’t matter. They’re still gone.”

“I know.” You sat down beside him on the floor. “But you’re not.” There was a long pause. The silence between you was thick, but not empty.

“I keep hearing Hannah’s voice in my sleep,” he finally admitted, soft and broken. “Sometimes she’s calling for me. Sometimes she’s blaming me. I—I wake up and I don’t know what’s real anymore.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. Slowly, he let it happen.

“Then when that happens,” you said, “you call me. Even if it’s the middle of the night. I’ll answer. We’ll figure out what’s real together.”

Josh closed his eyes. You felt him trembling beside you, but he wasn’t pushing you away.

“I’m scared I’m gonna lose it,” he whispered. “Like, really lose it.”

“You might,” you said honestly, because you knew what kind of damage this could do to a person. “But you won’t be alone. I’ll be here. Even if you fall apart.”

Another beat of silence.

Then—he leaned into you. Not much. But enough to feel like a piece of him still wanted to be held together. His head dropped onto your shoulder, and he let out a breath that sounded like surrender.

“Thank you,” he murmured. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close. He didn’t resist. His breathing evened out, slow and shaky, like the start of something fragile but healing.

That night, you stayed like that until he finally slept. Not peacefully. Not perfectly.

But for once, without screaming.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

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perv! josh recording you while yall do it... for something to look back on later when you leave him for night;) my freaky with the camera.. always

virgin!reader and experinced josh, he always teases you for being so innocent so of course he has to tease before yall do it

you and josh finally get some time to yourselves away from everyone and go to the guest cabin... he likes when ur on top sometimes so later he can thrust into you and catch you off guard

josh yet again teasing innocent reader, maybe they sleep in the same bed at camp and nothing really happened but huge hints were made and then you two wake up with his cock rubbing you in your panties

josh and innocent reader again.. i love this trope

josh after he caught you flirting with mike and has to put you back in your place

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i couldn't find any with a mask but if anyone finds any, send them my way and i'll add it!

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Until The Break Of Dawn Ch. 3 (Josh Washington x Reader)

Summary: After a terrible Ouija board session, you and Josh go to the shed to turn the lights on and take your mind off things. It turns out to be a terrible idea. (Female Reader) Warnings: Implied Smut at the beginning, Talk about Josh's grief and his mental health issues, Reader having a breakdown about Josh's apparent disappearance, Mentions of her father's death. Specific warnings will be posted in the notes of each chapter. No Y/N, Petnames (Honey) Author's Note: You can find the previous chapter here, although the fanfiction is complete on AO3, I won't post the next chapter until tomorrow because it's just such an ordeal copying it all over to Tumblr. Hang in tight! Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49644949/chapters/125303695#workskin

“You two cannot be serious.”

Josh just shrugged, leaning against the doorway and making sure to keep his body between you and his friends, shielding you from view as you covered yourself up. Ashley looked a little embarrassed at the realization that she and Chris had just interrupted an intimate moment between two of her friends. Chris on the other hand was giving Josh a smug grin, crossing his arms and laughing at you rolling your eyes behind your boyfriend.

“You two cannot be serious.” You threw back jokingly, pulling Josh’s flannel close around your body, thankful for it being on the longer side. “You seriously went to get a Ouija board? Where did you even get that?”

“Of course, we got a Ouija board. While you two snuck off to get busy we put so much work into finding the board.” Chris laughed and held it up. “We want to talk to some ghosts. Don’t tell me you’re scared!”

“Scared? Please, you are always the one throwing around popcorn and screaming when you watch horror movies together with me and Josh.” You grinned, moving closer to Josh so you could rest your chin on his shoulder. “I remind you of the time we watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and you threw the bowl across the room when Leatherface first appeared.”

Josh nodded in agreement, leaning his head against yours. “You are the scaredy-cat here. My girlfriend and I have been watching horror movies together since Middle School. A little Ouija board session won’t scare us.”

“Depends on who we contact.” Ashley threw in before turning to you with an expecting look. “Are you two up for it?”

“If you give us five minutes to get dressed.”

Chris and Ashley agreed, stating they’d wait downstairs before leaving. Josh closed the door and turned back to you, raising an eyebrow at you wearing his flannel. Without another word he came over and took your face into his hand, kissing you deeply. But you pulled back quickly, chuckling at his ministrations.

“Don’t get distracted. We have to be downstairs in five minutes.”

“I admit, five minutes might be a bit too short for me to take you to the bone zone.” Josh joked before grabbing onto the fabric of his flannel. “I love seeing you in my clothes but I’ll need this back. Sorry, Honey.”

“It’s fine. I’d get too cold in that anyway. I prefer my knitted sweater.” You chuckled and took off his flannel before handing it to him. “That being said, can I snatch one of your shirts to sleep in tonight?”

“Sure.”

Josh gave you another kiss on the cheek before he started to get dressed again. You did the same and watched him from where you were standing. He seemed a lot more tense than before and you wondered if the idea of using a spirit board was the reason for that.

“Josh, are you sure you’re fine with using the spirit board?” You asked softly. “I know before you left for the lodge you told me you didn’t want me to constantly worry about you and to just have a fun time with everyone else but I’m a little worried.”

“I’m fine.” Josh said swiftly, a little too quickly for it to sound convincing. “Really, don’t worry about me.”

You were quiet for a few seconds before approaching him again. “Are you sure? If you feel uncomfortable with us trying to contact spirits in this place, we can do literally anything else, Sweetheart.”

“Honey, I’m fine.” He promised you, turning to you and meeting your eyes which immediately helped to calm you down a little because Josh tended to avert eye contact when he was feeling bad and didn’t want to let anyone onto his feelings. “If it gets too much, I’ll let you know.”

“I just hope this is not another attempt at a prank.”

“Let’s get going.”

When the two of you made it downstairs, Sam was waiting for Josh, inquiring about the hot water. The two of them ventured into the basement while you looked around for a place to use the spirit board with Ashley. It didn’t take Josh and Sam long to come back, and when they did they did so screaming because Chris had played a prank on them, unbeknownst to either you or Ashley. While she joked around about Chris joining a monastery and taking a vow of silence after seeing him wearing a monk’s robes you made sure Josh was alright.

“Are you alright, Josh?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He promised, giving you an earnest smile. “I thought it was hilarious. If there’s anyone you should worry about, it’s Sam.”

“Chris freaked me out so much!” Sam complained, giving Chris a small glare. “And now I gotta go up two flights of stairs in this dark lodge on my own.”

Josh turned to her with a laugh. “I’ll escort you to the bathroom like your royal guard.”

“Noble.” You joked and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “We’ll set everything up while you’re gone.”

“Good idea.”

The two of them left and you went with Ashley and Chris to set up the spiritboard. You were still worried that they were planning on playing a prank on Josh because everyone in your friend group simply adored pranks and practical jokes. Chris scaring Josh and Sam didn’t help ease your worries, so you decided to simply ask them about their plans. But just as you were about to do so, Ashley spoke and turned to you.

“Aren’t you a bit jealous?”

“Of who?”

“I mean, Josh seems pretty close to Sam.”

“Ash!” Chris hissed quietly but stopped when he heard you laugh, turning to look at you. “What’s so funny?”

You shook your head, sliding your lighter you’d used to light up the candles into your pocket, and waved her off. “They’re friends. He can have female friends just the same as I can have male friends. I’m friends with Matt, Mike, and you, Chris. So why can’t he be friends with the girls?”

“They seem so close, though. Sam was holding onto Josh’s arm when they came out of the cellar and now he’s getting her to the bathroom.”

“Ash, I’m not jealous.” You promised, smiling at her in earnest. “They are close but I know they are nothing more than friends. I trust Josh and I trust Sam because he is my boyfriend and she is one of my best friends.”

Ashley was about to say something else when Josh entered, stopping in the door to take in the scene and the candles all around. He gave an impressed laugh and put his hands on his hips.

“We’re really doing this, huh?”

“Is Sam alright?” You asked, leaning over to look at him. “She isn’t too freaked out, is she?”

“No, she was just a bit scared of walking through the lodge in the dark.”

“Understandable.” Ashley chuckled before sitting down. “Are you going to turn on the lights in here any time soon?”

“After this session, I’ll head to the shed to do so.” Josh nodded and moved toward the table. “I thought your prank was funny, Chris.”

Chris grinned at his best friend and clapped him on the back. “Glad at least one person thinks so. Are you ready?”

Josh nodded and walked up next to you, pulling back your chair. “Let’s do this.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and sat down. “Josh, if this gets too much--”

“I will tell you. Don’t worry.”

“We’ll have fun. Don’t worry.” Chris smiled. “Ouija board sessions are fun.”

But the session was not fun. No more than ten minutes in, everyone had to agree that this was the polar opposite of fun. Ashley had gotten up and was pacing the room, trying to figure out who had moved the piece to spell out words regarding the twins and their death while Chris was trying to calm her down. You were furious with the two of them, convinced that they had moved the piece to mess with Josh and your boyfriend seemed inconsolable, physically distancing himself from the table and snapping at his friends for how messed up their presumed prank was. It was the tears welling up in Josh’s eyes that made you jump up from your chair.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped at Chris and Ashley, shaking your head in disbelief. “Who pretends to be someone’s missing sister in a Ouija board session?”

“I didn’t move the piece, I swear! It must have been Chris!”

“It wasn’t me, either!” Chris defended himself, looking back at Josh with wide eyes. “This is legit. We contacted a real spirit.”

“No, you guys are trying to mess with--”

Josh interrupted you, voice tight with tears. “It’s not legit and we didn’t contact a spirit, Chris! I don’t know if you thought this would somehow help me with my grief but this-- this is just messed up!”

With that, he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Swearing quietly, you geared up to follow him but Chris grabbed your wrist, making you turn back to him and Ashley.

“Maybe you should give him some space to calm down.”

“Let go of my arm.” You snapped and shook your head. “I need to check on Josh after your fucked up little prank. Let me go.”

“I swear it wasn’t us trying to mess with him.”

“I have a hard time believing that.” You pulled your arms from Chris’ light grasp and marched toward the door. “But all I care about right now is making sure Josh is alright.”

You quickly ran after Josh and when you caught up with him he was just about to go outside. When he heard you calling out to him, he turned and you felt your heart ache when you saw the tears staining his cheeks.

“Honey, please leave me alone.” He said in a strained voice, pushing open the front door and stalking out into the snow. “I want to be alone right now. I’ll be fine.”

“Josh, I don’t think leaving you alone after what just happened is a good idea.” You insisted, following him outside and ignoring how cold it was without your jacket. “I want to help you. Please let me.”

“I said I’ll be fine!”

“Joshua, please, don’t just leave.” You quickly approached him now that he had turned toward you, fighting the tears that gathered in your eyes at seeing him so distraught. “If you really want to be alone, I will go back inside but I need to know that you will be alright, that you took your meds today, and that you’re safe out here in the dark.”

After a few seconds of silence, Josh sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry for being harsh with you. I appreciate you trying to help but I-- I really don’t want to talk about or-- or think about what just happened.”

“Then we won’t talk about it.” You promised and grabbed his hand in both of yours. “All I want to do is to make sure you’re alright.”

“This is so messed up.” Josh whispered, a few fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. “I just-- I know it’s a prank or whatever the fuck that was supposed to be but-- but for a second I was almost hopeful. It’s so stupid, I know.”

Without another word you wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head against his shoulder and squeezing him tightly. “It’s not stupid at all, Sweetheart. I’m sorry they tricked you like that.”

Josh stilled for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around you and resting his cheek against your head. “Thank you for coming after me. Maybe you were right and being alone isn’t such a good idea after all.”

“Aren’t I always right?”

That small joke got a chuckle out of Josh and you smiled at the sound, relishing in the way his chest moved against your body with the laughter. “Of course you are.”

“Want to go back inside?”

“Actually, I need to go to the maintenance shed to turn the power on. Do you want to come along?”

“Sure.” You nodded before pulling back and nodding your head toward the lodge behind you. “But we should really put on jackets beforehand.”

“Come on.”

When the two of you got back inside Ashley and Chris had disappeared but you didn’t mind because you were still angry at them for tricking Josh -- even if they had denied doing so. Figuring they had wandered off to another room of the lodge you grabbed your jacket and shrugged it on as Josh put on his vest. And within the next ten minutes, you and Josh were on the way to the shed, you holding onto his arm and him shining the flashlight around.

“How much further is it to the shed?”

Josh looked down at you for a second before looking back at the trail. “Not much further, I promise. Why?”

“I’m freezing.”

To your surprise, Josh stopped in his tracks and you turned to him again, about to urge him to keep going when he pulled his arm from your grip to take the scarf he was wearing. Before you could protest he was already wrapping it around your neck and you felt any objections immediately disappear when you realized the scarf smelled like Josh. With a small smile, you looked up at him and pulled it a bit closer around your neck.

“You’re the sweetest. But won’t you get cold?”

“As I said, I tend to run hot. And besides, we’ll be back at the lodge in no time.” He said with a smile before holding his arm back out to you. “Want to hang on?”

You nodded and took his arm again, holding onto it as you two once more began to move toward the shed in the distance. “It’s not only cold but also slippery.”

“The way to the maintenance shed is at least not that long. Mike and Jess aren’t that lucky.” Josh joked. “Remember that one winter when you came up here with my family and my parents let us stay at the guest cabin? It took us so long to get there. I’m like, ninety percent certain Mike and Jess aren’t even halfway to the cabin, yet.”

“That’s on them more than the distance, though.” You chuckled, looking up at Josh with a grin. “They always mess around so much it really slows them down. I walked from the cable car station to the lodge with them and it took me ten minutes longer than usual because of their fierce snowball fight.”

“Did they throw any at you? If so, I’ll have to get some revenge on them tomorrow and defend your honor!”

“Please, do so.”

“Alright, that’s the shed over there. I suggest you hold the flashlight while I try to get the power working. You have steady hands, right?”

“You know how good I am with my hands, Sweetheart.”

Josh just smirked at that and opened the door to the shed, letting you step inside and then entering after you. He got to fixing the power as soon as he was inside and you stood back, shining the flashlight to illuminate the shed for him. It was then that you heard a twig snap outside and winced, quickly turning your head toward the open door and just about managing to catch a glimpse of something moving back into the treeline. Your wince moved the flashlight and Josh looked up, worry clear on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw something.” You whispered, now fully turning toward the open door and shining your flashlight into the darkness in the hopes of making out whatever you had seen moving around the tree line. “It disappeared into the woods. Josh, you said we’d be alone up here and that there wasn’t anyone else but us around.”

“There shouldn’t be.” Josh said and quickly stood up, taking the flashlight from your hands. He moved around your body so he was between you and the door. “You stay here and I’ll check it out, alright?”

“What if it’s someone dangerous? You shouldn’t go alone.”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Please just stay here and wait for me.” He assured you with a comforting smile. “I will be right back. I promise.”

Despite your uneasy feeling, you nodded and watched him leave the shed. You tried to keep calm, to not let the fears and worries brought on by your past overcome you. But it wasn’t more than two minutes later that you heard a blood-curdling scream from the outside and you immediately ran out of the shed to check on Josh. But he was nowhere in sight.

“Josh!” You called out to him, trying to keep your panic at bay. “Joshua, where are you? Say something, please!”

But there was no answer and you were left with the terrible realization that you were alone, left in the middle of the woods with your boyfriend missing. Fear and panic quickly settled in. This couldn’t be happening -- not again. You were at a loss of what to do and the tears that rose in your eyes only made it harder to see anything around you properly. Yet, you still set out for the woods and in the direction you had seen the figure vanish in before Josh had left.

“Josh, please answer me!” You called out, voice laced with tears. “Say something -- anything! I can’t-- I don’t know what to do!”

You kept running through the woods, slapping branches away left and right as they obstructed your path. At some point, you had all but begun sobbing but you didn’t care. Finding Josh was all that mattered. Eventually, you got back onto one of the trails and realized you were once again in eyeshot of the lodge. But Josh was still nowhere to be found and the sobs wracking your body only grew more panicked.

“Josh!” You called out once more, supporting your weight on a wooden railing as you cried your eyes out. “Joshua!”

It was all so horribly familiar.

Your father had disappeared on a family camping trip eight years ago when you had been no older than twelve. Like most long weekends, your family had been hiking and camping in the woods near your town but the trip had taken a terrible turn when your father had gone missing while collecting firewood. The search had lasted for hours but no one had found any trace of him and eventually, your family had contacted Mountain Rescue. You had never seen him again.

Now you quickly decided to call for help, knowing that there was little you could do on your own and knowing that you needed the help of mountain rescuers or rangers. But when you reached for your phone in your pocket you realized that you had left it at the lodge. After surveying the area, you decided that making a straight line through the woods would take you back to the lodge much faster and you quickly took off.

But as you made your way through the woods, you suddenly felt the ground underneath you give out. With a panicked scream, you tried to grab onto something to keep you from falling but it was hopeless and you plummeted into the darkness.

[rat-club]

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