#joshs-left-earlobe

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

Speed Up

a piece i wrote for my moon that was too good not to share it!! inbox is very full, im trying to get out all the requests, but it is still opened :)

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, fingering, car sex, idk let me know what else i miss.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” You asked, squeezing the side of Josh’s arm as he drove you on some mystery road-trip. He smiled at the dark road you both were bouncing over. Wherever he was taking you, the country surroundings suggested there wouldn’t be modern conveniences like hot water and cell phone reception.

“Because I’m enjoying your attempts to pull it from me far too much,” he answered, glancing over at you. His eyes sparkled with wicked joy. Your heart did a flip in your chest.

“Is that so?”

He made a noise of agreement and gave you a shy flirtatious smile.

“Fine, if you want to play games, I can play,” you said unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over until you were situated across his lap. You laced your fingers behind his neck as you settled your weight on him, you were so grateful you decided to wear a skirt tonight. You felt the jeep accelerate a few notches but didn’t say anything. You could feel the steering wheel behind your back, Josh kept one hand on the steering wheel, one eye on the road, but the rest of his body was focused on you.

He gave you one of his sly smirks but it disappeared immediately when your mouth covered his. It wasn’t quite a moan, it went deeper than that, but the sound that came from his chest when your lips parted his and your tongue crept into his mouth was all Josh. You weren’t paying the jeep that much attention, but you thought you might have detected another increase in speed. Josh kissed you back, matching every slide of my tongue and movement of your lips with his own. His free hand slid beneath your sweater, traveling up your back. It was warm, soft, and touched me so delicately. The jeep hit a particularly nasty bump, slamming your lap down hard against his.

Heat spread from the area between your legs, and this time it was you who made a noise that came from somewhere deep within. The dangerous reality of the two of you driving down a dark, gravel country road at thirty to forty miles an hour didn’t quite sink in when your hands left his neck to tug at the hem of your sweater. If he wasn’t going to do it, you were.You threw the sweater over your head and into the backseat.

“Babe,” Josh said, his voice was slightly strained so you knew you were doing something very right. “I’m trying to drive here.”

Moving your mouth just outside his ear, you whispered, “Me too,” right before you took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking it softly.

Another sound slid up his throat, this one so loud it caused his chest to vibrate against mine. “Hell with it,” he said, with no hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. It was as firm and resolute as his body thrumming beneath yours.

With one flick of his fingers, your bra snapped open, sliding down your arms until it landed on the floor beside Josh’s feet. His mouth covered yours again, hot and unyielding. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to if it meant not being able to kiss Josh like he was kissing you right now.

“A little help?” he breathed in between kisses. His hand grabbed yours and lifted it to the top button of his shirt. “Unless you want to finish this thing in the hospital, I’ve got to keep one hand on the wheel.” His words were strained, like you knew yoirs would be if you could talk right now. “I want to feel you against me,” he said when your fingers forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Even with both hands fumbling with it, it took you one long kiss to get the first button freed. Realizing the year would be over before you finished the job, you stopped kissing him so you could focus. A bit more. The way he looked at you as you pulled away rendered you almost useless.

“Are you sure this is safe?” You asked, forcing yourself to take a controlled breath. You had to replace and store as much oxygen as your lungs were capable of before getting back to Josh. “Not that I really care, but I’m sure we’re breaking about every traffic law ever.” Two more buttons free, a few more to go.

You grinned, it was the little things that made you happy.

Josh’s smile evened out as both eyes met yours for an instant. “Of course you’re safe,” he promised, his glance shifting back to the road. “I would never put you in harm’s way. I would never let anything happen to you,” he said, like it was a mantra. “You know that. Right?”

“Of course I do,” you said, looking down at him before focusing on the next button. You weren’t letting the turn in conversation stop you. “I was just checking. Straddling a driver while we attempt to undress each other at forty miles per hour is a first for me. Just wanted to get the safety seal of approval before proceeding.”

“This better be a first,” he said, the seriousness of before fading. “And consider your safety seal stamped. I can control a vehicle better than I can control myself.”

“Baby,” you said, freeing the last button right before you tugged the shirt free from his pants, “your words never fail to make me want to swoon and squirm at the same time.”

Pulling his shirt from his body, you slid your chest against his. The soft parts of your body molded to the hard parts of his. The lightest sheen of sweat was covering his chest, mixing with the glow on yours. Another uptick of the speedometer arrow.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” he said, his free hand clamping tight around your back.

“You never do,” you whispered through a smile as your hands moved down the cut ridges of his stomach, settling on the seam of his jeans. Now this button your fingers managed to tug free in the time it took for one surprised inhalation from Josh. “Baby.” There was warning in his voice, but also welcoming.

Pinching his zipper between your thumb and finger, you slid it down, torn between wanting to savor the moment and wanting to let it devour you whole. Done with the zipper, you folded the material of his jeans down and slid over him once more, until you could feel his body warmth between your legs. He groaned, moving beneath you, making you gasp out loud.

“Fuck,” he muttered as both arms wrapped around you before he slammed on the brakes. His arms were tight, tighter than any seatbelt would have been.

“I thought you could handle it,” you said, smirking at him.

His chest rising and falling hard against yours, he met your smirk with one of his own. “I was wrong.” And then his mouth was on yours, his hands cupping your face. His body pushed against yours, arching my back over the steering wheel.

“Yes?” You managed to get out. It was a one-word question, and he didn’t need any further explanation. You felt his smile against your mouth as his tongue teased yours for another moment. He held your face as firmly as one could and still be considered gentle; his mouth pulled back, and his eyes met yours.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

You sneaked your hand into the waistband of his boxers and gave his length a few pumps. He sighs against your mouth.

“Play fair,” he says as he moves the fabric of your skirt out of the way and dips his hand in your panties. He rubs your clit slowly and languidly, taking his time, savoring you.

Your mouth crashes against his once again and your core aches to have him fill you up.

“I need to feel you inside me,” you tell him, springing his hard cock free of his boxers. He moves your panties to the side and you slide his length along your wet folds. You take him all in slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to the fullness of him.

He latches his mouth against your breasts and you roll your hips to ride him as he toys with your nipple.

“You’re perfect,” he says to you, giving your hips a squeeze.

His teeth graze your collarbone and you gasp out at the sting of the sensation. You feel his tongue run across your skin and you know there will be a purple mark there the next day. You move your hands to the nape of his neck and give his curls a tug.

He trails kisses up your neck and lands on your mouth. The kiss deepens are you both fight for dominance over the over, you move your pace faster on his cock. His hand moves from your hip to your clit and begin to rub it in quick fast circles to match your pace. Your body begins to tense at the stimulation. You know you are close.

You arch your back and press your chest against him and call out his name.

“I’m so close, cum with me please.”

“I’m right there with you,” he tells you as he begins to thrust up to meet you halfway when your pace falters. The heat of your orgasm begins to wash over you. The fire scorches through every vessel of your body.

“Josh,” you moan out, “I’m cumming, don’t stop,”

“I won’t,” he says, latching on to your peaked nipple once again. You shut your eyes and continue to fuck him through your orgasm. You feel his cock twitch and you feel him empty inside of you.

Your body pulses as you come down from your high, you open your eyes and find him staring straight at you. Both of you were breathing heavy, sweat beaded your chests and eyes were heavy with the high of ecstasy.

You feel his cock grow soft inside of you and you bring your lips to meet his in a soft, feather of a kiss.

“What are the odds we repeat this again in twenty minutes?” He asks you as he helps you pull your sweater over your head and climb back over to your seat.

He puts the jeep in drive.

Your body was still alive with the feeling and thrill of him.

“I’d say very likely, my friend.”

[visionarystoryteller]

I need more Roman and Jey/Mr. Main Event Uso & The Tribal Chief/ Josh & Leati😌 They are some FOINE and IRRESISTIBLE men ⬅️ I stand by that comment no matter what anyone say💀😅

Double Trouble || Jey Uso and Roman Reigns

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X/Reader - you

Jey Uso - Joshua Fatu

Roman Reigns - Leati ‘Joe’ Anoai

Warnings: Minors DNI

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You’re not really 100% to sure how it happened. You were a new interviewer to the brands of Raw and Smackdown, starting out on Smackdown. You didn’t come into contact with the bloodline until about your 5th week. The aura that they carried and held was intimidating to say the least. But once the cameras were off, they all relaxed into a more casual demeanors, still intimidating to you if you were honest. They all introduced themselves and apologized for not coming around to say hello sooner. From there a small friendship with the faction began, as well as romantic feelings for two of its members, Josh and Leati or Jey and Roman.

It wasn’t until one night you had to go to their locker room to do an interview with Josh and Leati. You knocked on the door and Paul opened it letting you in. Paul gave you a rather nervous smile but chalked it up to that being how he always was with Leati.

“Wiseman, go accompany Jimmy and Solo to their match” Leati had demanded in his tribal chief tone.

“Yes my tribal chief” Paul said and left the room leaving you, Josh, Leati and the camera guy. You got on with interview when you were told to by the cameraman. Once you finished the interview, the camera man made his way out, you following behind until a voice stopped you.

“Y/n, stay for a moment” Leatis voice rang through your ears. You turned your head slightly to look back at Leati and saw him sitting manspread on the couch, Josh sitting on the back top of it, his feet on the cushions.

“I have interviews…” you spoke with nervousness in your voice. Something about being alone with the two of them made you feel different. Leati looked at Josh than you. He started shaking his head.

“I had Paul check when your next interview would be after ours, you don’t have an interview till end of the show…”Leati trailed off. He looked down at his phone and smirked, looking back at you.

“That means you have and hour and forty five minutes.” Leati finished. You tried to take a quick deep breath and went to sit down on the chair opposite the couch.

“Okay. So what’s up then?” You asked nervousness laced within your voice. Josh hopped off the couch and circled your chair, standing behind you. Josh leaned in behind you, moving your hair to the back so your neck and ear was exposed to him.

“Relax mamas,” Josh started. His voice sent shivers down your spine. Josh left a small light kiss on the lobe of your ear. You quickly shut your eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Leati watched with a smirk and nodded to Josh for him to continue.

“Me and Joe, we’ve had our eyes on you for a minute.” Josh says. Another kiss left. You choked on your air.

“Excuse me” you whispered out. Leati chuckles. Josh looks at Leati with a smirk and Leati nods to him. Josh brings his arm around and brings it up to your throat, gently grabbing a hold of you.

“You see mamas, me and Joe have an interest in you” he says. His thumb caresses your jaw.

“You are quite exquisite and perfect” Leati says from across from you. You lock eyes on Leati and he licks his lips. You let out a small squeak when Josh gently bites your earlobe. He then proceeds to kiss down your neck to where his hands are holding you, his beard tickling you, eliciting small giggles from you. Josh moans in your personal space as he pulls his head away from your neck.

“God your giggles are delightful” Josh says.

“I’m ticklish” you whispered. Leati smiled widely and sat forward, his elbows on his knees.

“Uce you wanna let her know what’s up?” Josh says. Leati nods.

“I’ll get to the point, we both want you Y/N…” Leati trails off. Your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m not that type of girl” you squeak out. Josh let out a small chuckle as did Leati. Josh lets his hand drop from your throat and caresses your arm.

“It was figured as much. But we aren’t asking for one night or many nights. We’re asking for all nights, days, weekends, anytime. We both want a romantic relationship with you” Leati says standing up. He walks over to the mini fridge and grabs a water and brings it over to you. He crouches down and hands you the water bottle.

“B-both of you?” You ask quietly. Leati puts a hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth. He was trying to calm you but it was making you more hyper sensitive.

“Yes babygirl.” Leati says, his hand coming up to caress your face. You flutter you eyes closed at the warmth radiating from Leatis hand. You feel a kiss on your other cheek and flutter your eyes back open and Josh hangs his head around to your view.

“What do you say mamas?” Josh asks in a gentle voice.

“But you guys are cousins…how does this work?” You say finding a small fraction of a voice.

“Well we wouldn’t be with each other if that’s what you mean babygirl. But you’d be both of ours and we’d be yours. Just like a regular relationship just with two people who know the other is also with you.” Leati explains.

“But what if I wanna be near you both, non sexually…”

“That’s fine baby girl. That’s basically what’s happening right now anyway.” Leati says. You slowly nod.

“What about your families? You both have kids with your ex’s…i don’t want to put them in something that could confuse them. Hell what about your brothers and sister, and parents” you could feel the panic rise slowly. Josh took to putting both his hands on your face and bringing it to look at him.

“Mamas, chill. Just like any relationship we take things slow. Our children will always be thought of in any aspect but you don’t need to worry. They’ll be let known when the time is right. As for our parents and brothers and sister, well, it’s only Summer who doesn’t really know but Sefa and Jon are already aware of things. Kinda busted me a few weeks ago and busted Joe last week. As long as we have communication, things will go at their own pace.” Josh explains.

“There’s no need to worry baby girl. But you do have to answer if you want this. If not let us know and we will do our best to make sure to undo romantic feelings.” Leati says. Josh drops his hands from your cheeks, you immediately missing the heat they provided. You take a deep breath. Is this what you wanted? You open the water bottle and take a gulp from it trying to clear any warmth that was within you. Leati looks at Josh and nods his head to the couch and both men go and sit back on the couch, watching you with gentle eyes. Your eyes were cast down at your hands that were holding the water bottle.

“I…I” you took a deep breath. You’d never been in a situation like this. You liked the both of them, Josh was a good with you but so gentle, and Leati was like a giant teddy bear ready to be on the defense TK protect anyone that threatens his family. Both made you feel special and always took time to make sure you were okay. You looked up at both of them and gave a nod. You couldn’t trust your voice. You’d hope that be good enough but it wasn’t.

“Words babygirl” Leati says.

“I’d like to try out this relationships with you both” you breathe out. Both leati and Josh smile big at you and your heart flutters. Both men stand and leati holds out his hand for you to take. You set the water bottle at your feet and put your hand in his and he gently pulls you to your feet. Leati looks down at you with a gentle look and kisses your forehead.

“If you are up for it, we’d like for you to travel with us…” Leati says. You look at both Leati and Josh and slowly nod.

“Is that allowed?” You ask. Leati chuckles.

“Babygirl you’re looking at the tribal chief. What I say goes, I have a lot of pull and if they want their best interviewer to be on tv for each event, they’ll let travel be.” He says. You nod your head.

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The weeks following your acceptance for a relationship with both of them, grew your feelings for both exponentially. When you didn’t have a lot of interviews, you stayed around the bloodline, sometimes with Leati other times with Josh. Whenever they filmed you made yourself scarce behind the camera and watched them film. As the months passed by Leati and Josh had become more accustomed to having you around. Josh loved having you play with his hair and you helped him dye it a few times. Leati loved having you sit on his lap, his arms encircled around you, his face hurried in your hair. He loved the shampoo you used, it made his heart feel like it was at home.

By the time a year hit, you were madly in love with both men. It wasn’t long after, the men introduced you to their children and their parents. Of course their sets of parents had reservations but ultimately saw how happy both men were. Their bond as cousins grew as well, which helped strengthen some old doubts their parents had. Their children were confused at first but eventually got used to having a ‘bonus mom’. Even their ex wives seemed supportive, which surprised you, but when they had spoken up and told you that they themselves had never seen their ex husbands so happy, they couldn’t be happier. Their love with their exes had died off but we’re glad to see it resurface with you.

By the time a year and a half hit, you got a surprise. A little baby was growing within you. You weren’t really sure if it was Josh or Leatis, both had super sperm, in your defense, Josh did have 2 kids and Leati did have 5. Both men were overjoyed with happiness when you told them. You were scared but they both helped ease any doubts.

The wwe universe was mostly in the dark for your relationship but both men would post pics of you without capturing your face. The world knew they both had someone, they just weren’t sure who. By the time you started showing in your pregnancy, Leati and Josh had taken on the role of being more attached to you physically in public and backstage.

For a few months the universe was debating on who was with who. So when you did give birth and it was announced, the babygirl had both of their last names. Aianna Lea Fatu-Anoai.

[muutosarchive]

"You always know just what i need." - Josh to Chris

🍒 @voicestm 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃  ↪ nsfw meme i'm too lazy to find

the scene is none-too-exciting. the room dim, the ambient sound is more lax than usual. just the sound of the night chirping in from the cracked window. crickets, the odd car passing by with harsh headlights shining through haphazardly shut curtains. he, mike, matt &. josh had been playing cards . . . drinking, of course. but, chris hung back when mike had offered a ride. he was sure josh had other plans for the night. such notion that left him in a night-long battle over nervous excitement. beating wings of anxiety causing his awkward tendencies to spike even more-so.

to his excitement, such is acted upon with josh raising blush from pale cheeks. next thing he knew they were upstairs, with chris raised slightly above josh . . . some of that nervousness spouting in a chuckle, whilst he kisses the other boy's neck.

exploratory hand rolls against bulge, lying half-atop of the film mogul's son. "shut up, man." he nips at josh's earlobe through a smile in protest. "you know i'm a smooth operator in the sheets." he's comfortable with josh. his large hand coming upward to encompass his best friend's face as their lips meet one another. breath fanning across his facial features with several heady overlaps, until he smirks against his lips.

"it's why you keep comin' back, right?"

[vhagar-balerion-meraxes]

Finally, these two idiots got together! 🎉

You squint your eyes at him briefly before sliding the cup down one seat so you're sitting across from Josh.

So petty 🤣

Josh pulls the paper down from in front of his face, just his eyes peering over the top, shifting back and forth between the two of you.

Josh is once again my favourite 😂

"You should have stopped your sentence at "I don't think" woulda been more accurate." Tom snaps back.

You sip your tea glaring at Tom just to find him glaring right back at you.

Why am I imagining them glaring at each other like this:

"Bout us," he pushes himself off the door frame and steps forward towards you. 

Ooh, here we go 😏

"I should have kissed you. That night out front. I know that now, " he says softly, his bright blue eyes trained on your face.

Yes, you should have, Tom! 🙄

"No where left to run, darlin." he steps just a bit closer, the gap between you nearly non-existent.

Oh no, what a shame we can’t get away *twirling my hair*

You grit your teeth as you look up at this annoyingly beautiful man. You could see the smile behind his eyes, and it left you momentarily speechless.

Same. I too would be speechless looking at him. 😍

"Maybe you're just frustrated?" He suddenly brings his hands to your thighs and grips tight, lifting you up onto the counter. 

"Ahhh, look at that? Much more friendly now. " He pulls you toward him, bringing you to the edge of the counter pushing his hips against yours.

Such a cheeky little shit 😒😏

"We're gonna make up now." He leans down and nibbles your earlobe before pulling back to look at you. 

“Ask me for it, darling." he lightly blows over your pearl, causing your legs to twitch. You claw at his shoulders and pull at his hair, trying to get him closer. Your mind is a muddled mess. You want him to touch you. No, you need him to touch you every fiber of your being vibrating with desire.

You lull your head back and look up at the ceiling above you, the feeling of Tom's hot breath wrapping around your neck like a warm scarf. All the times you had dreamt of this moment did not compare to the reality of it. His calloused fingertips on your thighs, the pleasure in his sighs. Every thrust left you reeling. You wanted more. More of him. As much as you could get, no matter how long this moment was, you knew it could never be long enough.  "Look at me." He huffs into your ear, his pace never slowing for a moment.  You bring your head back down so your eyes are level and take in his beautiful face. His jaw is slack, and there are beads of sweat sitting gently atop his brow. His eyes are dark with lust with a thin ring of that sharp blue that's been able to slice through you for as long as you can remember.  He brings his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. The heat and the wetness all help tighten that coil in your belly once again. Every joke, every sideways glance. Every time the heat bubbled to your face as you giggled at one of his silly jokes has led to this moment. It was so obvious to you now.  You were always meant to end up right here, at the edge of oblivion with Tom panting between your legs. 

Just putting this all here because, this was perfect. There’s so much history and yearning, and your description of him in the moment was *chef’s kiss* 🥵🥵🫠🫠

"You're mine now." Tom slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer, leaning his forehead against yours as he still fights for air. 

Whatever you say, gorgeous 😍🫠

"There was always hope"

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Bestie, I loved every single chapter of this story. My love of Tom Bennett is high, but I love you more. Fantastic! 💜

There Is Still Hope... Isn't there? Pt.6 (Final)

Tom Bennett X (Best friend's sister reader)

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Word Count: 2,534

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Warnings::: oral sex female receiving, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected (P in V) sex.

When you woke up, you decided not to get dressed and neat like you had been doing every morning for weeks since Tom had moved in. What was the point?

As you walk into the kitchen hair a mess in just your oldest nightgown, you find Josh and Tom already seated at the table.

You grumble a quiet "Mornin" as you move to get your tea.

"Already got you sorted, love," Tom says as he gestures to a steaming cup of tea already placed in front of the seat across from him.

You squint your eyes at him briefly before sliding the cup down one seat so you're sitting across from Josh.

Josh does his best to stifle a laugh, bringing the paper he is reading up over his face to hide it from view.

"Right. Ummm.... so it seems like it will be a nice day, " Tom awkwardly states, running his finger around the rim of his cup.

"Hmmm" you hum before sipping your tea. You quickly spit it out disgusted.

"How much sugar did you put in this?!"

Josh pulls the paper up close to his face, basically laughing directly into it.

Tom looks over at him, frustration lining his chiseled features.

"Sorry, I made it as I made my own" he says sheepishly "I can make you another"

"No, please don't." You get up quickly and head over to the counter. "You know, the war may be over, but sugar is still expensive and hard to come by"

"I like my things, sweet. Not bitter." Tom states curtly.

Josh pulls the paper down from in front of his face, just his eyes peering over the top, shifting back and forth between the two of you.

"Hmmm. Well, it's wasteful. I, for one, choose not to be wasteful. I don't waste sugar -" you round the table sitting down with your new cup of tea "nor my time"

Tom scoffs, "Your time, eh?" He leans forward on the table using his forearms for balance. "You think you've been wasting your time recently?"

"I don't think. I know, " you quip back before taking a sip of tea haughtily.

"You should have stopped your sentence at "I don't think" woulda been more accurate." Tom snaps back.

"RIGHT." Josh states loudly, thumping his paper down on the table. "I'm off to work then. Uhhh..... you two have fun bickering"

"We're not bickering. Just a nice morning conversation over tea. " You lean your head to the side, giving Josh an obviously forced smile.

Tom runs his hand down the front of his face as Josh pats him on the shoulder. "Good luck, mate."

Josh grabs his bag and walks out the front door. The kitchen falling into an almost eerie silence as soon as the door slams shut.

You sip your tea glaring at Tom just to find him glaring right back at you.

"Do you plan to keep this up?" He gestures toward you flippantly.

"No. I have errands to run today. Won't be here much longer, " you smirk towards him before quickly finishing your cup of tea.

Tom sighs and watches you as you deposit your cup into the sink. As you go to leave the kitchen, he springs up from his chair and blocks the doorway.

"Would you be so kind as to move, please?" You ask him sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

"Nah, don't think I will love." he leans his shoulder against the doorframe staring back at you with that signature Tom cheeky grin.

You walk up close to him and slightly push against his chest "I said move"

Tom chuckles lightly, "and I said no. Not until we've had a proper chat"

You roll your eyes and back up slowly. "About what exactly?"

"Bout us," he pushes himself off the door frame and steps forward towards you.

You back up towards the counter. "Not much to talk about is there? We're fine. Same as we ever were"

Tom chuckles and continues to advance on you. "No. It's changed, love. You know that."

You clear your throat as you continue to take steps back, attempting to maintain the small distance between the two of you.

"Nothing has changed," you attempt to say with conviction, the shake to your voice betraying your true feelings.

"I should have kissed you. That night out front. I know that now, " he says softly, his bright blue eyes trained on your face.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks before looking back at him indignantly. "Well, you can't force what you don't want."

"Is that what you think? I didn't want it?" He takes two large steps towards you, as you back up more you feel your bum hit the counter, and a sly smirk creeps up the corners of his mouth.

"No where left to run, darlin." he steps just a bit closer, the gap between you nearly non-existent.

He puts his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of your hips, effectively boxing you in. "Now we're gonna have a quick chat yeah?"

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice." You push slightly against one of his wrists.

"Why are you so cross with me?" He asks bluntly.

"I'm not," you deny. You turn your head to the side, looking down at his large hand as it flexes around the edge of the counter.

"That so?" He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice, "So you've just been unpleasant all morning for no reason then?"

You grit your teeth as you look up at this annoyingly beautiful man. You could see the smile behind his eyes, and it left you momentarily speechless.

"I didn't go home with her." He lifts his hands and cups your cheeks, pulling your face up towards him. "I didn't, so no more being cross with me, yeah?"

"I don't care about that." You know it's obvious that you do, though you can't bring yourself to admit it.

"Aye," he smirks, pressing his forehead to yours. "Course not, must be something else that's got your knickers all twisted up"

"Maybe you're just frustrated?" He suddenly brings his hands to your thighs and grips tight, lifting you up onto the counter.

Your breath catches in your throat as he slots himself between your thighs, his hands sliding down your back, before they rest just over the curve of your ass.

"Ahhh, look at that? Much more friendly now. " He pulls you toward him, bringing you to the edge of the counter pushing his hips against yours.

"We're gonna make up now." He leans down and nibbles your earlobe before pulling back to look at you.

"I..... I....." You stutter back at him, unable to form a coherent thought.

He chuckles lightly before dipping his head again, gently nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

You gasp at the feeling, your back arching slightly. All of the things you wanted to yell at him about, complain about all slide out of your thoughts, the only thing left a pleasant buzzing.

He pulls you tighter to him, bringing his hands back to your thighs and lifting them up around his hips, and subtly grinds himself against your clothed heat.

"Tom....." you whisper hardly loud enough for him to hear. You're not sure what else you meant to say, but you felt like you had to say something.

He buries his face in your neck and takes a deep breath. "Don't know why I waited so long," he exhales slowly while his fingers spiderwalk down the back of your thighs toward your bum. "Forgive me"

"I... there's... I.." You stutter the feel of his hands inching ever closer to your panties leaves you without thought.

"Shhhh love." He ghosts his lips up the side on your neck before pressing them tenderly along your jaw line, his fingers reaching their intended destination.

"Let's get these off, yeah?" He whispers against your neck, curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties.

You unconsciously lift your bottom slightly off the counter to assist him in removing them. As he slides them down your legs, he pushes your nightgown up.

He slides them down your legs slowly, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. Until he gets them down to your ankles and slides them completely off.

Your hands tightly grip the edge if the counter. There is heat and a chill simultaneously running through and over you. the sensations overwhelming but in a way that is also satisfying.

He pushes your thighs apart, each nibble and each lick to your inner thighs sending bolts of electricity through your entire frame.

Every nibble brings his head closer to where you want him, your body instinctually spreading your legs wider without a conscious thought.

"Please," you whisper, your self-control placed behind the burning need in your core.

Tom chuckles against your skin. "Please, what love?" He teases, bringing his head to the apex of where your thighs meet your center.

"Please!" You whimper before grasping at his hair, pulling him towards the space you needed him most.

He places just one gentle kiss on your clit, Your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation, your fingers tightening around the sandy blonde locks in your hands.

"Please, what?" He asks again as he places another two kisses on the sensitive nub, each time pressing just a little harder.

"Please, touch me," you huff out your legs, spread so wide you begin to feel the strain in your muscles.

"Touch you? Hmm" Tom traces his fingers over your thighs while breathing directly onto your clit, your body jolting with each breath.

"Tom.... please, I need you. " You whimper, rocking your hips towards him in your desperation for contact. He brings his hands to your heat, using them to spread you open for him before licking a strip from your dripping entrance to your swollen nub.

"Ahhh!" Your legs shake at the heat of his tongue against your sensitive burning flesh.

"Don't stop!" You whine as he again pulls his head back.

"Ask me for it, darling." he lightly blows over your pearl, causing your legs to twitch. You claw at his shoulders and pull at his hair, trying to get him closer. Your mind is a muddled mess. You want him to touch you. No, you need him to touch you every fiber of your being vibrating with desire.

"Please, Tom," you pant between whimpers, "please make me feel good."

Tom smiles before attacking your swollen nub with renewed vigor. Gripping your hips tightly. His nails just barely digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh god, oh god," you whimper above him as you pull your legs apart as far as they will go.

"It's just me, love." Tom chuckles, his face still buried between your thighs as you teater precariously at the edge of bliss.

Once again he pulls back slightly and blows cool air against your clit, your body convulsing.

"TOM!" At this point, all rationality has left you, and all that is left is a primal need. You pull his head forward by his hair and move yourself closer to him.

He chuckles before giving into your wanton pleas. It takes very little to send you hurdling into oblivion a few quick strokes of the tongue, and you're left spent, panting heavily the back of your head resting against the cabinets.

Tom stands, wiping his face with his forearm, an almost predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Now you're ready for me, love." He grips your hips and pulls you to him, leaving your bum resting just at the edge of the counter.

He fumbles with his belt and trousers, trying to get them undone as quickly as possible, his chest heaving with anticipation.

You can feel your heart blasting in your chest as he grips your left thigh lifting it to his hip and using his other hand to rub the tip of his cock up against your wet slit.

The growl he makes once your skin makes contact has you clenching around nothing, reigniting that fire in your belly.

He pushes into you slowly at first but quickly increases his speed until he bottoms out.

"Fuck" he breathes into the crook of your neck. "You feel so good, darling," his hips snap, meeting yours with a hurried rhythm, the room silent other than the sound of his skin against yours and the labored breaths of both of you.

You lull your head back and look up at the ceiling above you, the feeling of Tom's hot breath wrapping around your neck like a warm scarf. All the times you had dreamt of this moment did not compare to the reality of it. His calloused fingertips on your thighs, the pleasure in his sighs. Every thrust left you reeling. You wanted more. More of him. As much as you could get, no matter how long this moment was, you knew it could never be long enough.

"Look at me." He huffs into your ear, his pace never slowing for a moment. You bring your head back down so your eyes are level and take in his beautiful face. His jaw is slack, and there are beads of sweat sitting gently atop his brow. His eyes are dark with lust with a thin ring of that sharp blue that's been able to slice through you for as long as you can remember.

He brings his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. The heat and the wetness all help tighten that coil in your belly once again. Every joke, every sideways glance. Every time the heat bubbled to your face as you giggled at one of his silly jokes has led to this moment. It was so obvious to you now.

You were always meant to end up right here, at the edge of oblivion with Tom panting between your legs.

As the coil in your lower belly snaps yet again and your face contorts in pleasure, you keep your eyes locked on Tom's.

See me. Watch me. This is for you

Tom groans and throws his head back at the feeling of you clenching around him, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs one last time as he fights himself to pull out of you and release onto your inner thighs his heavy panting felt like a love song of sorts.

"You're mine now." Tom slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer, leaning his forehead against yours as he still fights for air.

"I thought my family was gone. My life over, just death and heartache left." He gently kisses your lips before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

"But when I'm looking at you I just can't help but think..... there is still hope .... isn't there?"

You bring your hands to his cheeks, sliding your thumbs gently over his cheekbones. "There is still hope, Tom. For you, for me. For happiness, " You gently nuzzle your nose against his as an unfamiliar warmth travels through your entire body.

"There was always hope"

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Hahahaha. You know you want to! 😘

[papofglencoe]

Caryn, it's your birthday!!! Wonderful things about you on the anniversary of your birth: You are a thoughtful listener, fellow ravenclaw, brilliant writer, using words like wend and mired, making me a smarter person, loving dog mama, badass punk rock chick, enemy of evil swans, willing collaborator, advocate of those who face discrimination and harassment, and an all around awesome woman. Happy birthday, my friend!! I'm glad you are in my life.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tisha! I love you so much. I can’t even begin to tell you. I finally broke down and got a new purse (the first in like three or four years, and only because the damn strap broke on it), and I found so many goodies stashed in the bottom of it. (You know I’m basically Hermione Granger). A 21 Pilots pin from their Emotional Roadshow Tour. A red plastic bracelet that said “Hunger” on it from the THG fan event. Several receipts from mani/pedis at Mod. And, I think best of all, a crumpled green paper bracelet that said “La Brea Tar Pits” on it. We’ve had so many great times together, and I’m looking forward to a lifetime of more shenanigans and tomfoolery. Consider yourself mired in the tar with me, dear Ebenezer, along with all those sorry direwolves that apparently used to live in Los Angeles. :p Thank you for existing in the same time, if not the same place, as me. How improbable and wonderful a thing that is.

[thegirlfromoverthepond]

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[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

I have to tell you if you're feeling lots of love around you and you're not sure where it's coming from, look right over here! I'm on a roll reading a bunch of your fics that I had missed when initially published. I always LOVE your writing so I'm not surprised that I'm addicted to Pure (starting chapter 8 omg!!). Recently finished Leading Suspects which I couldn't get enough of!! I also have a couple of your drabbles bookmarked, so I'm in heaven!! Thanks for your talent and sharing it with us!!

Oh my gosh, lady! Your running commentary as you read has made my week! I cannot wait to hear what you think of the last few chapters, but I am so happy you’ve been enjoying both Pure and Leading Suspects. Enjoy the drabbles as well when you get to them! Some of them are a bit older since I’ve been working on some housekeeping, updating links on my tumblr and cross-posting etc, but I hope they don’t disappoint. Love you so much and thanks for all your comments as well as this message. *Smooches!*

[everlarkbirthdaydrabbles]

My birthday is March 19th and I would love a surprise drabble!!! I love Everlark in a funny situation, miscommunication, or interesting meet-cute. Can be any rating but I'm a sucker for a really steamy first kiss. Thank you! xoxo

Wishing you the happiest of days! To help you celebrate, the lovely @mega-aulover has crafted this darling bit of Everlark just for you!

I-CON

Rated: G

A/N: (….Happy Birthday, I hope you have a great day. Love Mega-Aulover…special thanks to @booksrockmyface for taking time to beta, thank you!)

The I-CON banner hung brightly over the entrance of the college building.

“Tell me again what you’ve dragged me to?” Katniss looked up at the blue banner with stars and some alien painted on it.

She wondered how Delly talked into going to this thing called I-CON.

Delly giggled, “Oh Katniss, I-CON or rather the Island Convention, is a smaller version of Comic-Con, on Long Island. Though it’s really a gathering of fan girls and boys, who are self-described geeks and nerds, like me.”

Katniss was none of these things but Delly was. Delly with her sweet disposition was heavily into Anime. A number of the authors she obsessed over were going to be present. Katniss didn’t get it. But Delly swooned over something called Tokyo Ghoul. “What’s this book about?”

“Take a look,” Delly handed her the book.

Katniss cracked open the book and flipped through the pages, a semi-scowl on her face. “You mean this is about zombies?”

“YES!” Delly squealed.

“You need to take it down a notch, Dells.” Katniss gave Delly the book back.

Everywhere there were people dressed up as their favorite characters, Delly called it cosplay.  Katniss had seen a few Princess Leia’s, a great number of Storm Troopers, a Scully and Mulder from the X-Files, and some woman dressed all in blue like in the Avatar movie.  Katniss wanted out, but Delly suddenly said, “Oh can I take a picture with you?”

Delly shoved her phone at Katniss and she was forced to take a picture with a scary looking monster.

“Come on Katniss this way,” Delly dragged Katniss into the vendor room.

There before Katniss was every fandom known to man.

“Star Wars, Star Trek, Dudgeons and Dragons, Game of Thrones, Batman, Firefly, Superman, Wonder Woman, Dr. Who, Narnia, Lord of the Rings, EEEEKKKK OUTLANDER,” Delly screeched in Katniss ear, pointing to a man dressed in a kilt.

Katniss hung her head it was going to be a very long day. Delly went off to sit in on a panel leaving Katniss to her own devices. Katniss wondered amongst the booths, she saw many dragons in all shapes colors.  But what stopped her dead was the cut out of a girl with an arrow. Katniss didn’t notice the poster of the girl was dressed similarly to her, dark torn jeans, well worn boots with laces, and a leather jacket.  The girl even wore her hair in a singular braid.

Katniss raised her eyebrow as she approached; the bow is what drew her attention. The life-size cut out was next to a man with various bows but with rubber tipped arrows, books and a few memorabilia of a strange bird pin. The man was slightly balding and wore a t-shirt that said ‘Trust No One’ and suspenders to hold up his pants over his pudgy belly.  

“How can I help you,” the man pushed up his glasses.

Katniss pointed to the life size cut out, “What movie is that for?”

The man behind the booth gave her a shake of his head, “That is for the Arrows and Bread movie coming out.”

“The movie is about a girl with a bow?” Katniss was curious.

The man laughed, “Not just any movie, it’s a dystopian society where teenagers are thrown into an arena and forced to kill each other.”

The movie sounded interesting but Katniss looked at the poster and cringed. The posture of the girl was all wrong, “She holding it wrong, the bow, I mean.”

“What do you mean, they’ve got people to teach the actress how to shoot, Hollywood has experts.”

“Well, I’m telling you she’s holding it wrong, the arrow won’t fly very far,” Katniss made her observations.

The man behind the booth challenged, “How would you know?”

Katniss grabbed a bow and one of the arrows with the rubber suction cup at the end of it. She aimed and shot it at the column. The arrow whizzed past people but instead of landing where she intended it landed on the forehead of a patron who at that moment stood where she’d aimed the arrow. Katniss eyes widened momentarily as the blond stocky man with incredible blue eyes approached her. Once more her pride had gotten the better of her.

He was taller than she, with wide shoulders and bulky arms. She should have been scared or apprehensive, but his eyes were kind and his smile was warm. This put Katniss at ease as he walked toward her with the arrow protruding from his forehead. He removed the arrow the suction cup left a red mark on his forehead. “I think this is yours.”

“Damn, lady, you’re good,” the man at the booth said taking the bow and the arrow.

“She should be she’s the best shot when were kids.  She hunted in the backwoods of our home town,” he gushed, sweetly.

It took a minute for Katniss to recall this was the sweet shy boy Peeta Mellark that lived next to Delly. The boy she’d had a secret crush all of her life.  Peeta still hadn’t lost that twang, which meant he was new to New York.

“I’m sorry you don’t remember me, but I’m the son of-”

“Peeta Mellark, we went to school together. How’s your dad doing? And the bakery?”

“Wait he’s the son of a baker?” The man behind the booth said with slight awe.  Katniss couldn’t be bothered with the vendor.

Her memory was filling up with the dozens of hours she secretly gawked at Peeta.  After high school graduation Katniss and Delly came up north along with Madge for college. As they aged and matured the girls found their own niche. Madge loved New York City and was a thriving fashion columnist. Delly preferred the suburbs; she became a teacher and lived in a small house with her cat. Katniss, she liked Riverhead. A small rural community of mostly farmers, where she bought a house after her school was over and took up a small business of humanely capturing pests, like rats, raccoons, possums and squirrels.

“Wow you’re just like her,” the man said.  He stood up with his phone and asked, “Can I take a picture with you.”

Peeta grinned and Katniss scowled, but this seemed to make the guy all the more excited. “Wow, I can’t wait to show this to the guys!” The guy then gave Katniss a bird pin, “The mockingjay is her symbol, you should have it.”

Katniss didn’t want to take it but Peeta intervened, “Thank you.”

The guy beamed and walked away, leaving Katniss standing in front of Peeta. There were things that she was good at but this, speaking to a boy or rather a man. She wasn’t good at saying stuff, and she felt awkward.

“I never expected you to be a fan girl,” Peeta said.

“I’m sorry what?” Katniss blurted.

Peeta laughed, “I see, so who did you come with?”

“D-Delly,” she stuttered.

Peeta waved his arm to the vendors, “Ah she’s the reason you’re.” He softly smiled, “I saw her during Christmastime, I told her about my plans to open up a local bakery, something small and family oriented. She suggested I look up Riverhead, said they favored family owned business.  She also told me,” Peeta’s cheeks turned pink, “you lived there.  So I came down this weekend to check it out. Delly told me about I-CON and bought me a ticket so that I wouldn’t be bored.”

“So you’re into this stuff?” It was adorable and down right sexy to see a grown man like Peeta blush.

“Yeah, I like Star Wars,” Peeta said.

Katniss wasn’t sure what to do next. She swung her arms awkwardly, she was about to speak but a guy with a phone said.

“Excuse me can I take a picture of you, Bob there told me you’re just like Kansas Evergreen the Arrow’s and Bread, series?”

Katniss was about to say no, but the guy quickly stood next to her and the flash of his phone went off.  She blinked several times, when suddenly she saw there were a line of people with their phones wanting her picture. Helplessly she glanced at Peeta.

A girl excitedly said, “OMG, he looks like PIERE!!!  Are you her honey bun?”

“Can you guys kiss?” The simple question caused the rest of the people start chanting, “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.”

Katniss was so embarrassed.  She was helpless in this situation having no way out.

“Okay one kiss, everyone gets their picture and you guys leave me and my girl alone okay?” Peeta bargained with the crowd.

Katniss wanted to run but the reality was kissing Peeta was like one the things she had on her bucket lists. When he pulled her close she didn’t offer up resistance. Her heart rate had picked up as she took a good whiff of him.  He smelled like vanilla, cinnamon, icing and underneath that his dill-like smell and drove her mad. One on his hands cradled the small of her back while the other gently cupped her face upwards.

Her eyes widened, and her nostrils flared, this wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before.

Katniss was no expert in the field of physical intimacy, having the one obligatory boyfriend in college, an inglorious one month of sloppy wet kisses, and uninspiring coupling. Katniss never understood why people made such a big deal out of kisses.  But standing here being cradled in Peeta’s arms, Katniss felt her heart beating so quickly and loudly it could be heard externally.

She became hyper aware of just how broad his chest was, her palms braced themselves on top of his shirt and she could feel the warm, muscular solidness of his body. This sent a thrilling tingle down her spine. Voluntarily her lashes fluttered closed as his face neared. Her feet curled in her boots when she felt his hot breath on the bridge of her nose then on her upper lip just before they descended on her lips.

In the movies there was always music, and the world seemed to fade away when two lovers kissed for the first time. Katniss didn’t hear music but she forgot about everything as the simple peck felt like a tidal wave washed over her. She felt warm and out of breath, her knees trembled and threatened to buckle.  Her fingers curled into his shirt and she felt his hand on the small of her back slide up to bring her firmly against him.

Katniss sighed when he pulled away, her lashes lazily opened.  Peeta’s blue eyes were like stormy waters filled with passion, they mirrored hers.  Her cheeks felt warm. It was then she registered the sound of the people standing around her. The best kiss of her life was shared with a lot of strangers. She hid her face in the crook of his neck.

Peeta quickly guided them out of the room and out of the building.

“I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you,” Peeta said, bending his head to look her in the eye. But Katniss wanted to know if what she felt was real so she stood on tiptoe planted her lips on his.  Everything she felt before wrung true and had somehow multiplied. Greedily she sought to get closer.

His hands immediately affixed themselves on her shoulders, before they slid down over her arms and wound themselves around her middle and brought her in direct contact with that massive solid gorgeous body of his.  Katniss wound her hands around his neck, and helplessly gave herself up to Peeta’s lips.

A loud ‘EEEEEEEEK’ broke them up. Katniss hazily glanced to see Delly clapping and jumping up and down.

“Delly,” Katniss couldn’t help the blush, “what are you doing here?”

“I knew my plan would work,” Delly rushed forward, her glee was uncontained. “I knew if you saw each other again you’d hit it off. You both were crazy for each other in high school but neither one of you did anything about it.  And I swore, like Scarlet O’Hara, that I’d get you both together, even if it was the last thing I did on this planet.” Delly hugged them both. She then separated herself, “Are you mad?”

Katniss glanced at Peeta who looked lost for words. “No.”

“Good, now take Peeta with you, show him around Riverhead, have some coffee, move in together and call me for when you plan the wedding, Don’t worry Katniss I promise it’s going to be a simple ceremony, nothing big,” Delly said unable to contain her grin.

With that, Delly left.

Katniss shook her head, “I can’t believe I was set up by Delly.”

Peeta gazed at her with brilliant blue eyes. He grabbed her hand and with the other he touched her cheek. “So are you game for what Delly said? Show me around town, treat me to coffee, let me move in  and maybe get married?”

Katniss’s lips still tingled pleasurably and her body felt like when she ate chocolate. Two kisses made her body feel alive, and she wondered what would happen if she gave them a chance. To be fair she pictured a life without those kisses and she didn’t like what she imagined. “Come on I’ll show you the town after I show you my house, where you’ll be living. I have a pretty good unused kitchen.”

It was forward but she didn’t care. She wanted a life time of kisses. And less than a month later when Peeta moved in Katniss became a fan girl of one Peeta Mellark.

[jhutchmyanchor]

joshs-left-earlobe replied to your post “I saw some Joshifer FF so I was wondering, since you seem really...”

Thanks Rachel! Surprised people still want to read that.

You’re welcome, Tisha! <3

[cal-a-bungaa]

You Want It? | J.M.K

Title: You Want It? 

Go on, tell him what you want

Warnings: This is pure smut, if you are not 18 then keep scrolling! Fluff, alcohol is mentioned. 

Authors Note: So this will be my first time writing explicit smut so please bear with me on this. This is based off this request [x] 

(Constructive criticism is welcomed, please do not be rude)

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The blue toothpaste laid almost perfectly across the white bristles of the toothbrush that would need to be thrown out soon. You hummed a little tune as you brushed your teeth. Josh seemed to find this amusing as he turned from his spot on the bed to watch you with eyes full of love and adoration. He had been teasing you the entire day. In the grocery store, he had shoved his hand down one of your back pockets, groping your ass as you tried to find a specific spice for the new recipe you wanted to try for dinner tonight. Once you two got into the car, he pulled you in by the back of your neck and gave you a kiss that left you weak in the knees. The moment he got the best reaction out of you was while you were cooking. You had changed from heavy winter clothes to comfortable shorts and one of his many white t-shirts. Josh had decided that as you were getting ready to cut onions, it would be a good time as any to wrap his arms around your waist. Thankfully the knife hadn’t been in your hand yet due to him startling you. 

“Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes, mama?” Josh asked, his face closer to yours than you had originally thought. His breath tickled your ear, sending small shivers down your neck. Which didn’t go unnoticed by the man responsible.

You tilted your head back slightly to see the grin on his face. “All of the time.”.

Josh leans over your shoulder and presses a quick peck to your lips, then to your cheek, moving towards your neck. A full-body shiver runs through you when he licks a strip up your neck before nipping your earlobe. Your breathing becomes heavier. Josh moves his hands to grip your hips and pull you towards him so that your back is flush with his front. From this, you can feel the tent that had formed in the khaki pants that he had on. A small gasp comes from you when he pushes his hips further into you. Then, the feeling is gone. By the time you collect yourself, Josh has already begun pouring himself a cocktail and you a glass of red wine. 

Josh now had you bent over the bathroom counter, watching Josh angle his hips so his cock could hit that spot deep within you that caused tears to well up in your eyes, and your face contorted into one of pure bliss. Finally, after having to endure his teasing, he made you a moaning mess underneath him. The rough hands of your lover were all over you, never remaining in one place for too long. He needed to feel all of you.

“Fuck, mama.” In the mirror, you see Josh throw his head back, biting his swollen lip. His curls were starting to stick to his damp skin. Lifting his head back up, he holds eye contact. “You feel so good, baby.”. 

Josh pulls you up into his chest, playing with your breasts with one hand as the other slithers down to slowly circle your clit. A low whine comes from him as he feels you tighten around him. Your head rested on his shoulder, your back arching more as you approached your end. A variety of reds and purples had blossomed all across your skin. Seeing the marks he had created upon your skin encouraged Josh to pick up his speed. 

You had a hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it when he gave a particularly deep thrust. His slender fingers moved away from your clit causing you to buck your hips forward, missing the feeling already. The need to cum had taken over every other sense. Josh’s hand was splayed across your stomach, acting as a support for you to keep your balance. With it being placed there, he can feel the little bump that would form as he pushed himself back into you. 

Leaning in to run his teeth over your pulse, he asks you if you’re going to cum for him. With Josh pleasuring you the way that he was, it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. Crescent marks form in Josh’s forearm from your nails. The way your pussy clamps down on his dick has him ready to lose all rational thought, and fuck his cum into you. Watching you come down from your high has your boyfriend imagining watching his load spill out from you and drip down your thighs. These images have his movements becoming sloppier. You were sensitive, letting out little whines when it was becoming too much for you to handle.

“Joshy, please.” Your whines gradually rise in pitch. “Want you to cum in me.” Josh freezes at hearing your words, not knowing if he heard you clearly. Getting impatient with him, you move your hips on your own, trying to get him off. 

Once he snaps out of his daze, he pushes you down so your front is flush with the countertop once again. “Yeah? Want me to cum in you?” The groans he releases let you know that his climax is fast approaching. 

Josh continues to mumble different things about how he was going to fill you up and you’d look so pretty with his cum dripping down your thighs. His fingers that grip your hips will for sure leave small, spread-out blemishes to match the ones along your throat. A guttural sound fills the small bathroom as Josh pushes his cock into you as much as he could. Sitting there for a few minutes, allowing the love of your life to come down from his high until he becomes too sensitive to stay in that position. When he pulls out of you, the feeling has you gasping and feeling empty. Taking a step back, Josh takes a step back to admire his work, the white liquid slowly leaking out of you onto your legs just as he had imagined. 

He runs a hand through his damp curls, moving them away from his eyes. The sweaty man goes over to start the shower, setting it at a comfortable temperature before coming to help you into warm water. Josh wraps you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

“I love you, so much.”

A small smile graces itself upon your fuck out face. “And I love you.” 

You comb through the knotted locks atop of his head, letting the stream of water flatten it out. His thumbs brush over your cheekbones, admiring the beauty that you are. But leave it to Josh to ruin a romantic moment with the evil grin he now has. 

“So… Round two, mama?” With that comment, he receives a slap to the chest, and an eye roll from you.

[godlygreta]

Please please number 7 of the fake dating prompts with Jake 🥺🥺

omfg please. that singing vid got me so bad

i got a bit carried away with this one if i'm honest

"I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” “And it felt real when I said it back.”

The weekend was almost over, the lake house you were staying at with Jake and his family was soon to be a memory. You remember when Jake first asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, wanting to come home with someone so his mother would stop asking.

Sam had his girlfriend, Josh had his partner. Hell, Ronnie even had her own boyfriend that she was bringing. Jake was the only one without one.

He asked you over text, shooting it quickly a week before the two of you left. "Hey, this is a weird request, but can you pretend to be my girlfriend for the weekend? I kind of lied and told my mother I had one, and I'd really like to not lie to her."

Of course you would do it. Partly because you'd help Jake with anything if he asked, being one of your closest friends for the past five years. Partly because within these five years, you had started to gain feelings for him. You tried your hardest not to, listening to him occasionally talk about the girls he would bring home. But it was inevitable. Jake was inevitable.

The drive up there was easy going, the two of you talked about boundaries; what things you were okay with, what things you weren't. You talked about sleeping situations, Jake telling you that the two of you had a room to yourselves. You didn't mind sharing a bed if he didn't, reminding him that the two of you often slept in the same bed when you would crash at one another's places while wasted of your asses.

The two of you showed up and you were instantly met by Josh, who wrapped his arms around you. You had met all of his brothers before, even going out to brunch with Sam and his girlfriend. Karen yelled out to him to leave the two of you alone until you had gotten settled into the room.

Jake carried your bag over his shoulder while he rolled his suitcase behind him. You tried to tell him that you could carry it yourself, but he insisted. You just carried your purse inside behind him, following where he went.

The first night was easy, getting there in the middle of the afternoon had it's perks. You answered the first round of questions Karen and Kelly fired at you, wanting to know more about Jake's girlfriend. Karen was excited to meet you, as was Kelly, but Karen's smile never went away.

You and Jake laid in the bed together a little after midnight, your back to his chest. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Of course, Jake. I would do anything for you." He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug. You rested your hand on his arm as he squeezed you.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" You nodded, eyes feeling heavy from the day of traveling the two of you had. "Goodnight," he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Sleep well."

"You too, Jake."

And you slept fucking fantastic. You woke up in the morning with your head on Jake's chest, hand thrown over his stomach and your legs intertwined with his. You were careful not to wake him as you left, dipping into the bathroom.

When Jake woke up, he looked over at you as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your head was tucked into the pages of a book, waiting for Jake to wake up. "G'morning."

"Morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Wonderfully. How about you?"

"Me too." You smiled at him, putting your bookmark between the pages you were on and dropping it on the floor. You crawled back up to where he was, laying your head on your pillow. Jake told you that today was going to be spent mostly on the boat, telling you that if you're ever uncomfortable with what he's doing, to pretend to itch your earlobe.

You practically sat on his lap while you were on the boat, legs draped over his lap. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, listening to his parents tell you a story about when Jake was younger. Your stomach hurt so much from laughing.

You were slightly thankful the staple of most boat trips involved alcohol. You were a couple beers in, as was Jake, and you began to really loosen up. Jake's hands wandered more, instead of staying stationary on your hip or your knee. It dragged along the skin of your thigh, grazing fingers making goosebumps appear on your skin.

Your lips always touched his cheekbone. You found his skin so kissable, so soft. You found comfort in knowing that Jake leaned into every kiss. He became ballsy, a few more beers in, capturing your lips in his own. Although it was short lived, the feeling of his lips on yours lasted for hours.

When you all got off the boat, back onto dry land, Josh insisted on making a fire. The boys all went to collect wood, building the fire on their own. The partners decided to grab some more beers, throwing them into the cooler.

Jake had brought out an old guitar from the basement, making sure it was tuned properly before he began to play it. You had never heard him sing before. Drunk, absolutely. He was dogshit at karaoke (but so were you when drunk). His voice was beautiful, melodic as he sang.

He looked over to you while he sang, smile wide on his face. You gave him one back that was equally as big. He ended his song, eyes still on you while everyone else cheered. "I love you," you admitted, putting a hand on his cheek.

"I love you, too, Sunshine." He pressed his lips to yours, your hand weaving into his hair. You lightly bit into his bottom lip, feeling as he hummed against your lips.

The two of you drank more, ending up in the same bed once again. He giggled as he tried to get off his jeans. You helped him as best you could, equally as drunk as you were.

The next morning you would face the consequences of your words from last night. The admission of love. You waited for him out by the lake, on the dock. It was your last day, so you took advantage of it. You soaked in as much of the sunshine as you could, the tips of your toes touching the water below you.

"Hi," Jake said, sitting next to you on the dock. "Can I join you?"

"Yeah, of course. Go ahead." The birds chirped in the vacancy of words.

“So last night…” He started.

“I’m sorry, I-I..” You sighed, trying to find the right words. “I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” You admitted, staring out at the lake in front of you.

“And it felt real when I said that I love you back.”

“I don’t know if I can pretend anymore, Jake.” You turn towards him, making eye contact with him.

“I know. I can’t pretend anymore. I… I genuinely do love you, Sunshine. I think I always have.”

[pumpkins-oupp]

Baby belly

pairing : josh kiszka x reader 

warnings: pregnancy, body image, super cute 

word count: 300

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your dress was hugging you in every way possible, much tighter than it had been months ago, but it was your favorite, and it was so comfortable so why isn’t it working now, of all times. everyone was waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could leave for dinner and have a grand ol’ time, but you just couldnt stop tugging at every part that hugged a little extra. tears were threatening to fall until you heard a knock and the door creak

“mama”

josh peaked his head into the door to see your red eyes, he frowned coming in to grab you, rocking your head into his shoulder. 

“what’s the matter mama?”

it was hard to bring words out, so you simply gestured to your swollen belly and wrinkled dress, without judgement or any negative look in his eyes, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

“this used to fit so good but now this stupid thing is in the way and i’m not comfortable just go without me-”

“you’re growing a baby, mama, its ok to not feel ok, what about that new dress, hmm? everyone can wait on you baby”

why was he so goddamn perfect? you almost started tearing up again until josh smacked your butt, walking away with a cheeky giggle to the closet to grab your maternity dress. when he returned, he started pulling the old dress off of you and putting the new dress on, he smoothed it down over your belly and made you do a spin, you obliged laughing a little as he grabbed you from behind. cupping your belly, he left kisses on your exposed neck and anywhere he could reach from his position.

“Now, I think we’re ready to go you perfect girl”

josh left one last kiss on your earlobe and pulled you into his side, leading you out of your room to the living room where the rest of the band waited, so deep in their phones or conversation that they didn’t notice you and josh entering the room until he cleared his throat, signaling that you were ready to leave.

maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal after all.

[hutchhitched]

Numbers 4 and 20. (Can I ask for two or is that greedy?)

It’s terribly greedy, and I am here for it! ;)

4: Quick, you’re in desperate need of a fake name. What character name do you think of first?This makes me giggle. Ponyboy Curtis from The Outsiders. For obvious reasons.

20: A character you like but you really, really shouldn’t.One of my favorite books is Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons. The Camerlengo in that book is brilliantly written. I shouldn’t like him. I do anyway.

[papofglencoe]

On Innovation

Thomas Edison once said, “There are no rules here- we’re trying to accomplish something.” That’s the heart, inspiration, determination, and spirit of an inventor speaking. You’re an inventor... the inventor of your next breath- your next moment- ones that have never existed, and never will again. What are you ‘free’ to accomplish with these moments? The real answer... anything you can imagine. 

Rules are the limiting logic of two-dimensional attempts to guarantee safety and avoid conflict, but they can also stifle innovation. Innovation and safety don’t always coexist. Stress will oppose invention to prove the value of rules over the spirit of innovation. Such is the nature of many institutions that have lost touch with their innovative beginnings- like nations, religions, cultures, and ideas. 

The idea of human societies... are extensions of the innovation of ‘campfires.’ Gatherings took place around these campfires to provide warmth and security; to cook food and extend comfort to the individuals. Gathering together was more efficient than going it alone, and rules began as a means of maintaining the purpose of the warmth, security, food, and comfort. 

But rules- once established- are not innovative, and innovation must reach through the rules- take a moment out beyond the rules- dare to ask the questions that reconsider the value of the rules. If the value no longer exists, then it’s time to shift the rules. 

Your life was created to invent and innovate the future, not blindly follow the rules from the past. 

Our prayer is that you’re courageous enough to relax the rules; that you’re not here to attack the rules, but you’re also not attached to them; that you’re prepared to compassionately respond to those who question your authority to innovate; that you’re willing to stand alone- away from the comfort of the community campfire if necessary- to innovate a future that produces an invention to serve everyone’s needs- not just the rule’s needs.

-Guru Singh (IG: gurusinghyogi)

[solarwonux]

Unforeseen Circumstances 

joshua!incubus x f!reader x mingyu 

w.c: 2.5k

warnings: pure filth, degradation, mingyu praise kink if you squint, spanking, handjob, double penetration, voyeurism, ropes

note: here’s Laura and her too much gene, the way this was supposed to be timestamp i-, enjoy and I’m sorry lol. Let me know your thoughts.xx

It’s unclear how you ended up in such a compromising position. Staring at your incubus--Joshua while your cute downstairs neighbor--Mingyu ran the head of his hard cock up your folds. 

“Frankly, I’m offended that you found someone else to play with angel.” Joshua snickers and leans back into the lounge chair that occupies the corner of your room. His onyx horns glistening like the night sky underneath the dim red light of your bedroom. Mingyu’s doing, of course, he says red brings out the devil in him. 

If he only knew.

“Baby you’re so fucking wet I could just slip right in.” Mingyu hisses before slowly sinking his cock in between your folds. Your mouth goes agape with pleasure as your eyes find Joshua’s black irises. The glint reminds you of how you should’ve never messed with that spell-book all those months ago because now you were addicted to him and he knew. 

“You know he’s right Angel, I can smell you from over here, I bet if I made myself visible you’d let me slip in as well.” Joshua taps his foot against the carpeted floor twirling the stupid cane he always carries with him in between his hands. “But I think you’re enjoying me watching you get fucked by this poor excuse of a human.” 

Mingyu bottoms out as soon as the words leave Joshua’s mouth. His cock stretches you out nowhere nearly as much as Joshua’s but enough to get you moaning out his name. “B-Baby you’re so tight around me it’s like you were made for me.” Mingyu moans his hands find purchase against your hips as he starts to move slowly. 

“He’s wrong you’re mine but I guess I’ll let it slide for now because you know he won’t fuck you as good as I do, isn’t that right angel?” He leans back and crosses his legs in front of him, placing the cane on his lap and toying with the gold raven head. “Answer me angel you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.” 

“Mhmm, f-fuck yes sir.” You moan. Your back arches as the head of Mingyu’s cock finds the soft velvety spot inside of you. “I-I’m yours.” You hiss. Joshua grins, uncrossing his legs and taps his cane against your floor. Mingyu’s arm snake around your front and pulls you up against him as he continues to fuck up into you at a much faster pace than before. 

His lips find the base of your neck. He bites down and sucks, making you moan out his name, a pleasurable sigh leaves his mouth as he admires his mark on you. “Get him to shut up, baby.” He whispers in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth and tugs on it. 

Your body freezes as Mingyu chuckles, slowing down his movements. His hands grip your breasts rolling your hardened nipples in between his palms. “W-What?” Your hands find Mingyu’s and you gazed up at Joshua who was now standing up and leaning against his cane slightly. 

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone fuck you, right?” Joshua smirks as he slowly makes his way to your bed. He brings his cane up and places it underneath your chin making you look at him, while Mingyu continues his slow and hard thrusts. “Mingyu and I go way back, and so when I couldn’t be there for you every time you begged for me I called him in, isn’t that right mutt?” He looks down at you giving you a wink, “It was fun pretending he couldn’t see me, honestly he lasted much longer than I expected.” 

“F-Fuck, shut up Josh.” Mingyu spits out. Your body freezes in fear when you see the black slowly take over Joshua’s eyes. He removes the cane from your chin and shakes his head as he slowly makes his way behind Mingyu. You tilt your head as Mingyu’s movements come to a halt. You whine in protest when his hands are ripped away from your body and you fall against your bed. 

The air escapes your lungs as you watch Joshua’s hand wrap tightly around Mingyu’s throat. “Just because I found a new cock sleeve doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that. I still own you baby boy.” Joshua’s poisonous drawl sends shivers up your spine. His onyx eyes on you before shoving Mingyu away. He stumbles catching himself before he can completely entrap you underneath his body. 

Joshua stands there, looking down at you. The heat his body radiates makes the wetness between your legs grow and you moan clenching around Mingyu’s cock as it pulsed against your walls.  

“You’ve had your fun mutt now it’s my turn.” 

Joshua slowly tore his clothes away from his godlike body, making your drool.

You were sitting in between Mingyu’s legs, the silicon head of your vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. You mumbled incoherently trying to push the vibrator away from your body with your tied hands. 

You knew it was a mistake buying the crimson ropes a few days ago. Your plan had been to somehow use them against Joshua or Mingyu for that matter. Obviously your plan had backfired. 

“Why don’t you show him how hard you cum for me.” Mingyu whispers against your temple and raises the vibration level of your virbator. A quiet moan falls out of your mouth as your eyes meet Joshua’s black ones, while he unbuckles his belt. “I bet he’s jealous that every time I’ve fucked you, you’ve made a mess.” The cockiness in Mingyu’s voice is unmissed as you visibly watch Joshua’s features turn much darker than before. 

“That’s enough from you mutt, I was going to go easy on you both but now I’ve changed my mind.” 

“See he is jealous baby, he knows a lowlife human fucks you better than one of the princes of hell.” 

Prince of hell, what the fuck?

Joshua growls and whips his belt on the side of your bed making you jump. Mingyu chuckles and presses the silicon head onto your clit harder than before making you squirm. His free hand gets tighter around your body. The glares your two lovers are sending one another makes your skin grow cold and the blood running through your veins coil. 

“Make her cum and you’ll see what happens.” Joshua threatens his cock threatening to burst out of his black boxers. He stands there, arms crossed drinking in your body against Mingyu’s. The look he was giving you, full of lust and need. Is enough to send your orgasm crashing down at full force. You arch your back against Mingyu’s chest, the wetness rushes down your legs. Joshua licks his lips before kneeling down against your bed and slapping Mingyu’s hands away. A confident laugh falls out of the other boys lungs. 

“That’s enough Mingyu, I let you have your fun.” 

“You look so pretty tied up Mingyu.” You kiss down his chest, staring down at Joshua as he toys with Mingyu’s hot head. You watch as the precum leaks out of it as he squirms underneath you from being overstimulated.

“Why don’t you show him what you do to him in your dreams?” Joshua hazily gazes down at you before biting your cheek.  “I know I haven’t been around but I still know what goes in that pretty little head of yours angel.” 

“Did you enjoy them?” You move up Mingyu’s chest and over your lips over his. “They used to be of you and now they’re of another man.” You wink at Mingyu, his eyes hooded with ecstasy. “One that lets me play with him in every single way that I want.” You snake your hand between your bodies and grab his cock, moving it along with Joshua’s hand. 

Mingyu throws his head back, “Oh, f-fuck, f-fuck please.” He tugs on his restraints as you watch him, admiring the way his abs moved as he buckled his hips up into yours and Joshua’s hand. 

Joshua’s palm lands hard against one of your buttcheeks making you moan loudly and grip Mingyu’s cock harder. “Keep talking like that angel and you’ll end up like him.” 

“But I love it when you tie me up, sir.” 

Joshua shook his head in disbelief letting go of Mingyu’s cock. He places one of his hands on the back of your neck and brings you closer to him, his lips grazing your own. “I know angel but we’ll have other opportunities for that.” He mumbles before kissing your roughly his hands moving down your body. Your hand around Mingyu goes slack making him groan in annoyance. Your body melts against Joshua’s and you gasp against his lips when you felt his fingers spread your arousal around. 

“So wet my angel, enough to slip us both in.” He speaks and tugs against your bottom lip before pulling away. “Ride him.” You nod giving Joshua one last peck before straddling Mingyu’s lap. Your ground, your soaked pussy against his cock. “Does that feel good Gyu?” You looked down at him doe-eyed. His mouth agape and his hands gripping on the crimson ropes. A moan leaves your lungs as you take in how beautiful and powerless he looks underneath you. 

“You’re a goddess baby.” 

“Do I feel better than Joshua?” You drawl, lifting your hips, grabbing his cock before slowly sinking down on it. You watch as the pleasure overtakes his body again. His toned chest heaving and his eyes pleading silently to be set free. And as much as you wanted to and feel his hands roam around your body. You knew going against Joshua’s orders was out of the question.

You had once been at the receiving end of one of his punishments and it left you on the brink of death. It took days and the drinking of his blood to recover. 

You had learned your lesson. 

“Be careful how you answer that mutt, don’t forget you’re still mine and I can do anything I want to you.” 

You smirk and lean down, giving Mingyu a chaste kiss, then corner of his mouth, his cheek, and finally the shell of his ear, “don’t worry daddy your secret is safe with me.” You whisper. His body shudders underneath you at the sound of your lust-filled voice. You wink and place your hands against his chest, keeping your steady pace against him. 

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Joshua mutters. He moves so he is situated behind you, his hand goes up your back, tracing the ridges of your spin before it reaches your neck. He slowly wraps his fingers around your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You speed up your movements against Mingyu. “Are you ready for me?” 

“Y-Yes please, I-I want to feel full.” Your nails dig into Mingyu’s pecst. His hands itching to touch you as you slowly fell apart above him. 

“As you wish, angel.” Joshua grabs his cock with his free hand and spreads his precum around his length, lubbing himself up. Not that he needed it anyway, you were so wet that he wouldn’t have a problem with slipping in. 

You stop moving and lean against Mingyu’s chest as Joshua inches his way to your stretched out pussy. “Tell me if it hurts alright?” He mumbles before entering you slowly, moaning loudly as he feels your warmth engulf him in and the ridges of Mingyu’s hard cock against his own. 

“F-Fuck...we should’ve d-done this more often.” Mingyu groans, gripping the ropes around his wrists, as Joshua bottoms out inside you. 

The feeling of having them both snugged deeply inside of you and Joshua’s grip around your neck was overwhelming. The pleasure ran through your body in intense waves and you felt yourself grow weak against the two of them. “M-Move please.” You whisper.

Joshua was the first one to move, Mingyu following in suit. Your body falls limp against Joshua’s. Your eyes closed as the pleasure increases. They begin alternating their thrusts. Your moans fill the air of your room along with the racy sounds of your skin slapping against one another. 

“You like being fucked stupid isn’t that right angel?” Joshua hisses his grip on your neck falters. “I should’ve known your pussy was greedy and can take more than one cock at once.” He places his palm against your lower back and pushes you forward. Your sweaty chest lands against Mingyu’s, as they move together as one. 

“She’s a selfish slut right baby?” Mingyu snickered. “I should’ve sent you the video’s she would send me every time I was at work sooner.” 

“That’s right angel, I’m a little offended I never got any of those.” 

“S-Sorry shit t I-I’m cumming please let me cum sir.” You whimper. “Fill me up with your cum please.” 

“Mmmm, so dirty.” Joshua thrusts into you harder as did Mingyu, not wasting a minute to help you reach your high and theirs. You felt the pressure build-up in the pit of your stomach as they continue fucking into you harder than before. Your orgasm hits you harder than before as they both ram into you, hitting your sweet spot at the same time. 

“Fuck you squirted again b-baby.” Mingyu groans thrusting once more before spilling himself inside of you, “Shit so pretty.” Joshua breathes before spilling himself inside of you. Their cum covers your velvet walls mixing with yours and spills out of you as they triy their best to fuck it back into you, while riding out their highs. 

“G-God I’m so full, mmh, fuck fuck.” 

“Untie me please.” Mingyu pleads, tugging on his restraints rather hard, making a shiver go up your spin and your spent body rests against his chest. Joshua rolls his eyes at Mingyu. He moves out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock. You clench around Mingyu’s cock as more of their cum leaks out of you. Joshua leans over your body and quickly unties both of Mingyu’s wrists. 

Mingyu’s hands fly to your back, rubbing soothing circles against it as the three of you panted, trying to put the air back into your lungs. “I got you baby it’s okay.” You nod as he whispers into your ear, giving your temple a light kiss. 

“How cute, but we aren’t done yet, we have a lot of lost time to c--”

“That’s enough Joshua let her rest for a while.” Mingyu interrupts him. Your eyes blow out in shock.

In the months you had known Joshua no one dared to talk to him the way Mingyu had been the entire night. It made you curious as to what the nature of their relationship really was because obviously, it had been more to what they led on. 

“I find it funny how you th--”

“Enough Joshua, you may own me but don’t forget I know your little secret and we wouldn’t want your brother’s or whatever to find out now would we?” Mingyu sits up and pulls you along with him cradling you against his chest. 

Joshua and he share a glare before the bed dips next to you. Joshua lays down, his hands behind his head as he looks up at the ceiling. You gaped at him his face contorting into all kinds of emotions all of which you couldn’t read and your curiosity grew. 

“What se--.” 

“Not important angel, he’s talking nonsense like always.”