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Travelers In Time

Travelers In Time

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: A morning shower with Josh brings back steamy memories of the night before

Warnings: Unprotected sex and all that comes with it.

Word Count: 5.3k

You woke up in the morning to the sun creeping through the windows and Josh’s sleeping body resting next to you. You rubbed your face, stretched out your legs, and sat up on your elbow to take a good look at him.

He was in what seemed to be a deep sleep. He was laying on his back with his face turned toward you. His lips were parted ever so slightly and they were just a bit swollen. His cheeks had a hint of pink spread across them the same way they would if he had gotten a bit of sun on a summer day. His hair was wild. The sides of his head were shaved down and clean but the curls that once took up his head had turned into loose waves as it grew longer and throughout the night they had twisted and tangled themselves in every direction. 

He looked absolutely fucked out. And he should.

You and Josh had the best sex of your lives last night. 

It was rough and needy with pockets of sweet and loving moments. It was goodbye sex. He was going to be leaving for the next few weeks and you couldn’t go with him. 

He gave you all he had and you did the same for him, knowing the memories of each other would have to last the next few weeks until he would return home again. 

After a few minutes of admiring his sleeping state, you scooted over to him and reached for him under the covers. 

You ran your hand over his stomach and rubbed on it lightly, feeling the grooves of his ab muscles under your fingertips. 

With the contact, he took in a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. He let out a breathy groan and stretched his body out. His lips parted into a lazy smile and he mumbled, “G’Morning.” 

His voice was as smooth as velvet but as deep and rough as tires rolling along a gravel road. 

“Morning,” you replied in a whisper as you leaned closer and kissed the side of his mouth.

He rolled over onto his side and held you close to him. Your hand traveled around to his back and he nestled his head into the crook of your neck.

“‘M gonna take a shower. You wanna come?” he mumbled into your ear between a few light kisses.

“Mhm,” you replied, “in five minutes.”

You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and continued cuddling him for a few more minutes, savoring the moments with him.

“Five minutes, Mama!” Josh called from the other room as you laid in bed waiting for him. 

You had nothing on but one of his old T-shirts and a black lace lingerie set underneath. 

It was an old faded green T-Shirt from Big Bear Lake that he never wore anymore. For years, it’s home was the back of his bottom dresser drawer but you dug it up one day and claimed it as yours ever since. You loved how soft and stretched out it was from how he wore it out throughout the years. You also loved how in its stretched out state, it fit you perfectly and rested just under your butt. 

You sighed, rolled over onto your stomach, lifted your feet up in the air, and crossed your legs at your ankles, letting the shirt slide up just over your ass. 

You grabbed your phone and began scrolling mindlessly while you waited for him. 

Like clockwork, in five minutes, you heard the bedroom door close and turned your head to see Josh at the foot of the bed, looking at you with a smirk on his face. 

He was looking down at you like you were his next meal. His eyes were filled with love, lust, and everything wonderful yet sinful. 

“What took you so lon-” you began as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you down the bed, closer to him.

Your body flipped over with his pull and he threw himself on top of you.

His body pressed into yours and his hand snuck up your side, lifting the shirt up over your hip ever so slightly.

“Had to finish some things up. I’m all yours now,” he said as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the lips. 

He puckered his lips out and yours wrapped around his perfectly. You held onto him for a moment before breaking the kiss so he could sit up and take his shirt off.

The sound of Josh’s whispering brought you back to reality as he sat up and peeled the sheets off of him.

“Hey,” he said softly, “Come on,”

He gave your body a couple pats above the blankets as he slid out of bed, stepped into his boxers from the night before, and walked into the bathroom.

You grabbed the previously disregarded t-shirt from the floor just below you, threw it on, and followed him.

As you brushed your teeth, you watched Josh’s reflection in the mirror. 

In nothing but a pair of gray boxer briefs, he opened up the glass door and reached into the shower to turn the water on. 

Steam filled the shower and the smell of eucalyptus from the leaves on the shower head filled the air as the vapor lifted through the air and spilled out into the rest of the bathroom. 

He stuck his hand under the running water to check the temperature and pulled it out once he was satisfied. He shook it out to air dry his fingers and droplets of hot water flew through the air as he walked over to you. 

He grabbed you from behind and snaked his hands around your back and onto your stomach. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. 

He kissed your cheek a few times and the hairs on his face tickled you and made you giggle.

When you finished brushing your teeth, Josh spun you around to face him, pulling you in by the small of your back.

Your eyes traveled from his face, to his neck, and they grew wide when you took sight of his chest for the first time that morning. It was covered in red and purple marks.

You brought your hands up to his chest and ran your fingers over the bruises you were responsible for. 

He winced and sucked in a hiss as your hand brushed over the particularly sensitive spots.

“Don’t leave marks, Mama. I have shows in a few days,” he groaned.

“Mmm, I don’t care,” you said as you continued littering his chest with bites and nibbles, watching pink and red patches appear on the surface of his skin.

“Fuck, you’re gonna get me in trouble,” he laughed. 

“Just don’t wear the white suit. Wear the gold one and zip it up,” you said in between kisses and bites.

He let out sighs as you ran your tongue flat over the places you worked harder on, in an attempt to soothe them.

“Remind me to ask Jenn to pack that one,” he giggled.

“Mhm,” you said with your mouth attached to his collarbone.

Lightly, you ran your index finger over his collarbone, tracing where your mouth had been just eight hours ago. 

“Sorry, Baby,” you whispered as you continued to examine his chest.

“Don’t be,” he said.

He brought his hand up to your neck and you felt instant pain the second he pressed his finger to it.

“You got a couple too,” he laughed as he slid past you and grabbed his toothbrush from the holder on the countertop. 

He smiled at you with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as you took a good look at yourself in the mirror. You tilted your head back and pushed your hair out of the way to see some red and purple patches of your own. 

You looked at him in the mirror and he smiled a full smile at you with toothpaste oozing out of his mouth.

You gave his butt a smack as you walked away from him and headed to the shower. 

You lifted the shirt off your body and you watched him through the reflection of the glass door.

He watched you take the shirt off and throw it into the hamper by the door. He stopped brushing his teeth momentarily as his eyes scanned your body up and down.

When you turned your head to look at him, he looked away and continued brushing his teeth in an attempt to hide the fact that he’d been watching you the entire time. 

He lifted the t-shirt up over your head and looked down at your body underneath him.

“Mmm, you know what the all black does to me,” he said as he looked down at you with lust filled eyes.

There was something about the all black set you wore that brought out something different in Josh.

 Maybe it was the cut of it. Maybe it was the lace or the sheer mesh. Or maybe it was the fact that he bought it specifically for you to wear on his birthday last year and that was the best sex the two of you had had up until this point. 

Whatever it was, anytime he saw it on you, he knew it would be a time to remember. 

You grabbed the back of his neck as he hovered over you. He leaned down and kissed you deeply. You returned the kiss and held onto it for a few moments before breaking it and looking deep into his eyes.

“Josh,” you whispered, “Will you make love to me?”

His eyes softened and his mouth parted into a sweet smile.

“Of course. I’m gonna love you so good,” he said as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. 

He raised his finger to your face and lightly grazed the side of your cheek with his knuckle. 

“But when I’m done loving you… I’m gonna fuck you.”

At the word “fuck” he pushed his hips down into yours as you sucked in a gasp. 

“Is that alright with you?” he asked with his voice turning sweet yet condescending. 

His eyes were dark. His jaw was clenched. The shadows that casted from the only light in the room made his features look extra sharp.

“Perfect,” you whispered.

The temperature of the water was perfect. You stepped into the shower and let the hot water run all over you for a few minutes until Josh slid open the door and joined you. 

You switched spots with him and let the water cover his body. You watched the water drip from the tip of his nose down over his mouth, getting his face fully wet. 

The water weighed his hair down and darkened it a bit. His now straight hair fell against the sides of his head and his forehead in every direction. 

You grabbed the shampoo from the rack, squeezed some out into your hands, and rubbed them together until they were sudsy. You brought your hands to his head and massaged the product into it, watching bubbles take over his head. 

You scratched his scalp with your finger tips and ran your hands over the shaved sides of his head. The short hairs pricked your fingers and palms as you massaged his head. 

He closed his eyes and a tiny closed mouth smile spread across his face as soapy drips of water started to fall past his forehead and drip down to his eyes.

Josh was in deep concentration. His eyes were closed and his mouth was alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping and slurping up the combination of his own saliva and your wetness. 

The short hairs on the side of his head scratched the insides of your thighs as he moved his head in every direction.

His mustache and beard tickled your sensitive areas with every purse of his lips and movement of his jaw. 

You had your hands buried deep in his hair, pushing his face closer to your center to add more pressure. 

He moaned into you and the vibration from his voice sent you over the edge. 

Your back arched and you pushed his face closer towards your center as orgasm after orgasm ripped through you. 

You pulled at his hair in an attempt to physically take hold of something. Your fingers flexed and tangled his loose curls up into each other.

Josh was used to hair pulling with you and normally, he stopped after one. He would push it with two sometimes. But this time, he wasn’t stopping. 

You called his name at least five times, all of which went unheard. You pulled harder on his hair, but all he did was moan at the feeling, causing the beginnings of overstimulation for you.

He was in his own world and he had no intention of coming back down.

You grabbed a handful of his hair from the top of his head and yanked on it one final time, causing his head to fly back. 

He opened his eyes and looked up at you.

His face was full of shock. The area around his mouth glistened with the mixture of the two of you on his lips and face. The hairs of his mustache were shiny and coated with your arousal. His wet lips parted into an O shape.

“What?” he asked.

“You done?” you laughed.

He broke into a smile, realizing he got carried away.

“Sorry,” he laughed, “I got a little… lost I guess.”

He crawled back up to you and you brought your palm to his mouth to wipe him clean.

You wiped your hands over his face and wiped all the bubbles away. He opened his eyes and tipped his head back to rinse off. 

You switched places with him and fully submerged yourself in the stream of water as he grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf and squeezed more into his hands. 

“Turn around,” he said as he rubbed his hands together.

You did as he said and within seconds, his hands found your hair and started massaging shampoo into it. He dug his fingers into your scalp and moved them in little circular motions. 

You sighed as he applied the perfect amount of pressure to your scalp. His fingers felt amazing and he moved them expertly.

Josh lathered the shampoo into your roots and ran his hands through your hair to disperse it further. 

“That’s it, Mama. Just like that,” he said, looking down at you through half hooded eyes.

His hand tangled into the roots of your hair at the back of your head and moved your head expertly up and down on his dick to guide you. 

He broke eye contact to throw his head back onto the pillow underneath him in pleasure.

You closed your eyes and worked with him, letting him set the pace. 

You suctioned your mouth around his cock and swirled your tongue around it as he bobbed your head up and down, pulling at the roots of your hair each time he pulled you up. You liked it, that little sting of pain.

Josh was a mess underneath you. He gasped and whimpered every time you licked, sucked, and swallowed around him. 

He pushed your head down further to get more of what he wanted and a sudden gag from your mouth had him yank you up by the hair quickly.

You opened your now tear filled eyes to see a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked nervously.

His eyes were full of concern.

“Yeah,” you said as you caught your breath and sat up on your knees. 

“I’m sorry. Come here,” he whispered.

You crawled over to him and he wiped away your tears and the mess around your mouth. 

You sat on his lap and he brought his hands up to cup your jaw.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips.

“I know, it’s okay. I liked it,” you said as you bit your bottom lip and smiled at him.

His eyes widened and his concerned expression faded as his lips formed a full toothed smile.

He grabbed your hair again, this time pushing it back off your face gently and combing his fingers through it.

You opened your eyes to the feeling of Josh's hands combing through your hair as he rinsed all the excess shampoo out of it. 

You heard him pop open the conditioner bottle and felt his hands on the ends of your hair, gently combing through the ends and covering them with it.

You turned around as he rubbed the rest of the conditioner that was in his palms, through his own hair.

You reached up and grabbed his hands to slow him down and get the ends of his hair properly. 

Your fingers slid against his as you worked the conditioner through the ends of his hair and down the sides of his head.

He brought his hands down, with yours on top of his and he reached out to hold your jaw in the palms of his hands. 

You grabbed onto his wrists and rubbed on them with your thumbs as the water fell in between your faces. You stood there for a moment just looking at him, taking the sight of him in. 

You started intently at Josh as he hovered above you and placed one hand beside your head while the other held onto his dick, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?” he whispered.

You reached up to grab his wrist and nodded.

With your permission, he slowly eased himself into you. He looked down to see what he was doing and then looked back into your eyes the second he slid the tip in. 

You watched his eyes widen slightly at the feeling.

His mouth opened and he breathed in and out shakily as he bottomed out before sliding out again and repeating the actions.

He started slow and soft, giving you kisses on the mouth as well as along your jaw and on your neck as you reached for his back and rubbed it up and down.

You reached behind him and grabbed the bar of soap off the shelf and one of the two fresh washcloths that were hanging on the wall. 

You handed the washcloth to him and he spread it out in his palm, letting the water from the showerhead get it nice and wet.

You rubbed the soap into it, getting a good lather in the washcloth. You placed the soap back on the shelf and Josh brought the sudsy washcloth to your neck.

He rubbed up and down your neck and shoulders, careful not to push too hard on any of the bruises he left behind.

This wasn’t normally anything Josh paid too much mind to. But that time, he was extra careful with you.

Josh continued down to your chest, rubbing the washcloth in circular motions. 

His lips parted into a small smile and his tongue traced over his bottom lip as he watched the soap bubble up on your tits. 

You reached up to his chin and lifted it up so his eyes met yours again.

You grabbed on the hairs on his chin and moved his head around gently. His pupils grew wide and wild as a full smile spread across his face.

“Eyes up here, Perv,” you joked.

“Can’t help it,” he said while you were still in control of his chin.

You let him go and he squinted his eyes and bit the inside of his mouth. He moved the washcloth around to your back and pulled you close to him.

With big motions, he ran it up and down the length of your back and slid it down over your butt. With one hand covered in the wash cloth, and the other bare, he grabbed onto the backs of your legs and rubbed up and down on them.

“Fuck, Josh,” you breathed out as he grabbed your leg, bent it at your knee, and hiked it up. He pushed down on the back of your thigh where your leg met your ass and thrusted into you- slow but with purpose.

With the new angle, he was able to go deeper and hit exactly where you needed him to. 

You felt the head of his dick brush against your g-spot with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“There,” you whined, “Right there.”

He leaned down and kissed you, your moans disappearing into his mouth. He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly to speak.

“Come on, Mama, it’s all you. Touch yourself for me,” he groaned as his hand continued pushing down on your leg. 

You reached down and began swirling circles on your clit with one hand while your other hand had a strong grip on Josh’s hair at the base of his head.

The combination of his mouth on yours, his breath on your skin, his dick inside you, and your fingers working their own magic instantly sent you into feelings of ecstasy.

You closed your eyes, tipped your head back, and let your orgasm wash over you while he continued with his movements to keep it going for as long as possible.

You opened your eyes back up as your orgasm faded and he stilled his movements, giving both of you a break.

“So pretty when you cum,” he whispered as his hand that was once on your leg, came up to your forehead and lightly brushed your hair out of your face. 

You reached your hand back up and interlocked his fingers with yours. 

He let go of your leg and brought your hand up to his lips. He kissed your knuckles before leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips.

Josh released his grip on your legs and handed you the washcloth for you to finish yourself up. You got all the places he didn’t while he grabbed a washcloth for himself and added soap to it. 

He held it out for you and you took it from him.

You brought it up to his neck and started rubbing circles into his skin. He was watching you intently with the tiniest closed mouth smile spread across his face. You could tell he liked this treatment.

You got his neck good and he closed his eyes and shut them tight in anticipation as you began lowering the washcloth to his chest. 

You gave his chest a few gentle swipes, careful not to irritate the already beat up skin. 

As you moved from his chest to his shoulders, he opened his eyes back up to meet yours. 

You ran the washcloth down his arm and gave his bicep a squeeze on your way down to his hand, making both of you giggle. 

You repeated the action to his other arm and watched the bubbles left over from his chest drip down over his stomach.

The trail of bubbles ran over the ridges of his abs and ran down the rest of his torso, gathering in the hair covering his lower stomach and groin. 

You reached your hand out to his stomach and traced his ab muscles with your fingers. With the contact, his muscles tightened and you looked up at him to see him looking down at your hand and biting his bottom lip.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” he choked out as you grinded your hips down on top of him, meeting his thrusts halfway. He tucked his lip into his mouth and bit down hard on it, fighting every urge to release himself.

You rested your hands on his stomach for support and felt his muscles tighten with every upward motion of his hips. 

His hands held onto your hips and he dug his fingertips into your skin.

“Doing what?” you asked, playing dumb, and giving him another roll of your hips.

“That. FUCK!” he said loudly as he lifted you off him and practically threw you down onto the bed next to him. 

He sat up on his knees, moved you into the spot he once occupied, and gave his dick a few pumps.

You opened up your legs for him and he settled himself back into you.

“You have to play fair, Mama,” he warned, “ I told you I was gonna fuck you. Now let me.”

Your hands found his back and you dug your nails into his skin as he fucked you exactly as he said he would; fast, needy, and rough.

You lifted your leg up once again, this time letting it wrap around Josh’s back. You dug your heel into his lower back, pulling him closer to you and pushing him deeper inside you as he continued driving into you harder than he ever had before.

With every thrust, his body pushed yours further up the mattress until you could feel the headboard against the top of your head. 

His face was buried in your neck and you felt the sweat from his face transfer onto your skin.

“Fuck, I’m there, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck.

“Come on, cum for me, Baby,” you cooed.

You grabbed the hair at the base of his neck and lifted his head up so his eyes met yours.

His eyes were tired and they were begging you to let him cum.

You placed your lips on his and instantly, his lips parted and he let a moan into your mouth. He tipped his head back slightly and you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head as his own orgasm washed over him. 

He fucked you through it and slowed his movements as he came to completion. 

He pulled out of you slowly and the two of you looked down at the beginnings of a mess between your legs. His eyes met yours again and he leaned down to kiss you again before leaving the bed to get a washcloth.

He looked back up at you and took the washcloth in his hand. He scrubbed under his arms, and bent down to get the rest of his body.

He held onto the shower wall and lifted his foot up to wash it.

“Gotta keep the money maker’s clean,” he joked.

“Freak,” you laughed as you tilted your head back and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.

You looked back at him as he rinsed the soap out of the washcloth and rung it out, letting the excess water splash onto the shower floor.

You heard Josh turn the sink off and he came out of the bathroom with a damp washcloth, holding one hand underneath it so it didn’t drip onto the floor.

He sat down in bed next to you and moved your legs to open them up. 

He reached down to wipe you clean. You gasped at the contact to the now sensitive area. 

“Sorry,” he whispered as he softened his touch, “Better?”

You nodded and watched his face as he worked. His expression was calm. His eyes were soft. He stuck his tongue between his lips in concentration as he made sure he got it all.

You reached your hand down to his and guided him.

“There,” he whispered as he pulled away with you now all cleaned up.

You and Josh both got one last rinse of your bodies before you turned the water off.

Josh opened the shower door, stepped out, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He held another one out for you and let you walk into it. 

He wrapped it around you and rubbed his hands up and down your arms to warm you up. 

You both dried off and got dressed in comfy clothes. 

He threw on another white t-shirt and light gray sweatpants and gave himself a look in the mirror as you combed your hair.

You turned to him and sprayed some leave-in conditioner into your palms and raked it through his hair. You swirled his hair with your fingers to bring his curls back to life with the product.

Josh laid down next to you on his back after discarding the towel and you cuddled yourself into his side.  You reached your hand up to play with the hair at the top of his head and you used the sweat in his hair to make little ringlets of curls with your fingers.

“That was good, hm?” he said in a tired voice. 

“Mhm,” you nodded as you lifted your chin up to kiss him.

He kissed you slow and soft. His hand wrapped around your neck and his thumb rubbed against your jawline lightly and lazily.

“Love you,” he said.

“Love you too,” you replied as you lowered your hand and placed your head down on his chest where you fell asleep for the night.

You ran your hands down to his chest and gave him a peck before he turned around on his heels and left your bedroom.

You finished getting ready for the day, threw in a load of laundry and made your way out to the living area to see Josh in the kitchen cooking over the stove. 

As you walked towards the kitchen, your heart broke at the sight of his suitcase packed and ready to go by the front door. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he said as he plated the food and walked over to you, handing you a plate and setting his own down on the island. 

The two of you ate and enjoyed what was left of the day together. You watched TV and continued the laundry as he did some last minute packing.

He was in the bathroom when the dryer chimed, signaling the clothes in there were ready to be taken out. 

You pulled out the clothes, put them into a fresh laundry basket, and dumped them out on the bed that you’d be sleeping in alone tonight. Amongst the pile of  dark jeans, underwear, and shirts- you spotted the green Big Bear Lake t-shirt and pulled it out. 

You held it up and smiled bittersweetly to yourself before folding it and placing it back down on the bed to begin a pile. You grabbed another one of Josh’s shirts and began folding it when you paused and looked down at the green shirt again. 

You picked up the shirt and walked over to your dresser. You sprayed a hint of your perfume on it, left your bedroom, and headed towards Josh's suitcases by the front door. You opened the zipper of one of the bags and carefully laid the shirt over his already packed clothes. You zipped the suitcase back up and looked over your shoulder to see him standing in the living room with his phone in his hand.

“My Uber will be here in five minutes,” he sighed.

“Five minutes?” you said, walking over to him and pulling him close. 

He nodded, closed his eyes, pulled you closer to him, and kissed your cheek. 

He rested his chin on your shoulder, savoring his last few moments with you, and replaying the morning you spent together in his head just as you replayed last night in yours.

Songs:

The Black Keys: Wild Child

Jonas Brothers: Five More Minutes

Author’s Note: Thanks to Emmy and Erica- the two most psychotic, insufferable, and annoying Josh laners I know. I love you both deeply. I hope I did your man well. 

Thanks to (Josh lane) Stef for the edits and advice. Love you, Mama.

Also, this is my first smut so be nice. I made it subtle, not full blown smut. Sorry if you wanted more. Let me know all your thoughts and reactions in my ask or the replies.

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Baby of Mine

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: talk of struggling with breastfeeding

“Josh, please can you take her? I’m getting overwhelmed and she can sense it.” You ask, trying to not start crying along with her. “Poor thing is still hungry and nothing’s coming out. I’m going to cry. Why is this so hard?” 

Josh takes her into his arms and starts swaying back and forth. “How about I go warm up some of the stash in the fridge and you go take a shower and pump. We’ll be fine while you're gone Mama. And hey, it's going to be okay.”

Sighing and taking one last look at your daughter, you turn to go take a shower. While you’re in the shower, you make sure the water is hot and you gently massage your chest. It takes a while, but finally milk starts to come out. Turning off the shower, you step out, wrap a towel around you and go to pump. 

Sitting in your nursing chair in your room, you put on a nursing bra and attach the breast pump. Sitting there, you pulled up the baby’s camera system on your phone to check on Josh and the baby. Josh was gently bouncing from side to side and giving the baby her bottle. 

“That’s right little lady, drink it all up and grow big and strong.” He whispers. “You know your mama has been working super hard to make this milk for you. She’s been eating oatmeal, drinking special drinks with coconut water in it, all kinds of stuff. But, I think it might be getting too much for her. So, you might be switching to something else called formula. I think it’d really help Mama.”

You start to tear up. Because it’s true. Your supply hadn’t been keeping up with her needs and you’ve been trying everything. You were exhausted and felt defeated. You knew that fed is best, but you had dreamed of breastfeeding her and forming the bond so many mothers online said they’d had when they breast fed. But this wasn’t working. You knew it wasn’t. You also knew that you shared a bond with her that was so strong it scared you sometimes and it had nothing to do with whether or not she was breast fed.

You decided this would be the last night she would be exclusively breast fed. You and Josh had talked about it off and on for a while now, but you had made up your mind. She needed her mom to be okay more than she needed the breast milk. You finished pumping, and unhooked everything and went to bag what you had gotten. You'd tell him once she was asleep.

As you finished, you heard Josh walk from your daughter’s room to yours. Walking to your room to see if she was asleep, you heard him singing. When you got to the doorway, you leaned against the frame.

Josh was gently putting her in her bassinet beside your bed and shushing her to sleep. When he thought she’d finally fallen asleep, he straightened and looked over at you with a sympathetic smile.

He walked over to you and kissed your forehead. “Hey Mama.” He whispered.

“Hey.” You said with a sigh, taking his hand to lead him away from your sleeping baby.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” You say as you walk into the livingroom and sit on the sofa.

“What’s that my love?” He asks, sitting beside you and putting his arm around you.

Cuddling into his side, you say, “I’d like to start supplementing with formula. I still want to breastfeed her for as long as I can. But, I think topping her off with formula would take a lot of stress off me and it would be better for her. What do you think?”

“I think whatever will help you is what we’ll do. You're her mama and know what’s best for the both of you. I support you in whatever you decide. But, I do agree that supplementing would help both of you.” He says, rubbing your arm with his thumb. “Would you like to go online and do a little research on what the best formula would be for her?”

“Yes please. It’ll give me an idea about what to bring up with her pediatrician and get their thoughts.” You say, leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

You both sat with laptop and phone in hand and researched together. It eased both your minds to do it. About thirty minutes later, you heard your little one start to fuss. She wasn’t due to wake up yet, so Josh got up and said he’d soothe her back to sleep. You nodded and thanked him. 

You continued to read articles and reviews for a few more minutes before you pulled up the baby monitor app to see if he’d gotten her back to sleep. When you opened the app, he was leaning over the bassinet and rubbing her belly and you saw his lips moving. Turning on the sound, you hear him sing…

“... But you’re so precious to me. Cute as can be, baby of mine.”

[indigo-starcatcher]

PADMASANA

Hi, guys! This is my first baby fanfic and I'm super excited about it. Just a blurb I had to write down, but I thought it'd be a good starter (eventually we'll get into the smut hehe). Big hell yeah to @risingwiththeheatabove for helping inspire this prompt with our typical fangirling, lmao.

Soft Josh!

Warnings: none!

Word count: 680

Summary: You find Josh during morning meditation!

You awoke to a strip of light on your face, warming your cheeks. Your blinds were cracked just enough to let in a few rays of the peachy, early-morning sunshine. Rolling over onto your side, you took note of the empty space next to you, made all the more evident by crumpled sheets and the comforter being thrown over onto itself. Pulling out your phone from underneath your pillow, you read, “7:41”. It was Saturday - a much needed day off for Josh. You knew exactly where to find him.

You tiptoed down the stairs, knowing you’d be welcomed into the living room by an all too familiar sound: the vibrant hum of Tibetan singing bowls.

Nothing centered Josh more on a day off than waking with the sunrise and delving into some deep meditation. Reaching the bottom two stairs, the room opened up in front of you in the exact state you expected. All of the windows had been thrown open, inviting in both the sunlight and the harmonious singing of the morning birds. He had lit a few candles and scattered them around the room, along with a patchouli incense stick that rested a few feet to his left. He sat in the center of the room, eyes closed in padmasana. He was adorned in white silken pants that billowed out from under him like clouds. His feet and his chest were bare, save for a few strings of white, low-hanging beads. His eyes were closed. If you took a moment and really focused, you could both hear and feel a low, steady vibration emanating from him. He was humming, entranced.

Normally, you’d never dare to interrupt Josh while he was meditating; you knew how important it was to him, and how fully it set his mind at ease. These were the moments that grounded him amidst tours and late-night sessions in the studio. However, to your detriment, you were a perfectionist. Your eyes had locked onto a section of hair that had gotten loose, poking out from his ever-growing rat tail. You glanced at your phone again, “8:02”. Josh had been meditating for exactly an hour and two minutes. You just couldn’t help yourself. Still, you tried to be as gentle and as quiet as you could be.

You tiptoed over to Josh, creeping over from behind. You knelt down behind him, holding your breath and balancing on your toes. You were positive that you had gone unnoticed until a soft, raspy whisper wobbled up from under Josh’s breath:

“Do you think I didn’t notice your presence the moment you stepped into the room, love?”

Your face flushed and your breath caught in your throat, yet you hushed him. “Sh sh, I’m not even here. Just let me fix this little braid…” Your hands worked quickly and nimbly. His hair wasn’t too long yet.

“See, baby? Done. Now ignore me, please go back to your medita-”

You were cut off by a sweeping motion that took your breath away. Josh had turned back to you to grab you by your torso and behind your neck, pulling you into his lap. You were laying on your back, looking up at him. Shocked by his swift action, you both let out strings of laughter, then allowed yourselves to relax and melt back into each other. His enormous, chocolate cow-eyes were heavy from a long sleep and well-earned relaxation. His lips curled up into a small, closed-lip smile. His eyes held all of his love for you, and you could feel the weight within his gaze. He looked rested and peaceful. He laced one hand through your hair, fingers dancing with your loose tendrils. Making sure to be extra gentle, he scratched lightly at your scalp. His other hand cradled the side of your face, his thumb sweetly tracing over your lips. You felt your breath catch in your throat once more, the emotion bringing your chest to a glowing warmth.

“You are my steadiness in this vast existence. There is no peace that I have experienced in this life that holds a candle to you, love.”

[infisonicosm-moved]

my top song for Josh is Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine

I just went and listened to it and read the lyrics 🥺 thats the perfect song for him.

[alwaysonthemend]

annie's song , josh kiszka

summary: your first dance married to josh.

warnings: none, tooth rotting fluff essentially

word count: 1.4k

author's note: i love john denver and it's all josh's fault. also saw this thing about josh dancing with jita at jake's wedding and it made me extremely upset so naturally i changed it around a little bit and came up with this. disregard my rambling, i don't make sense

You stood with a wide grin on your face as you watched Josh from across the room. You each had been whisked away from the other after the reception and having stepped into the dance hall, but you hadn’t failed to keep one eye on him the entire night. Granted, your wedding wasn’t traditional, nothing about your relationship was, and you were just fine with that. 

You had Josh had decided to close out the entire ceremony with your dance, a slow song that Josh had insisted that he pick and keep a secret from you until you stepped out onto the dance floor with him. You were fine with it though. You trusted that Josh would choose something beautiful to play, and it had been his one real, major request for the ceremony. So, who were you to turn down the one thing that the love of your life really wanted for your wedding.

You watched fondly as he tipped his head back to laugh at something that Sam had said.

“You’re really in love with him.”

You turned to look at Jake. He had snuck up to stand beside you, a beer bottle in his hand.

You gave him a soft smile.

“Well, I’d hope so,” you nodded, your gaze returning to Josh again. “I married him for God’s sake.”

Josh looked over your way, grinning ear to ear when he saw you standing with his brother. You returned the smile, and Jake raised his drink in response, a small smile of his own playing across his face. 

“I’ve never seen him look happier,” Jake said quietly, turning to face you fully now.

You felt a warmth bloom inside your heart, the grin never leaving your face as you listened to Jake.

Of course, you had a relationship with Jake. You were close with all the Kiszka brothers and Danny, but standing here now, it felt different. They were really your family now, and your heart could burst at the realization of it all. Usually it was all teasing words and strong alcohol and made up karaoke nights, but right now, standing on the edge of the dance floor of your own wedding, it was so infinitely different. It was love and light and life. 

You were going to spend the rest of your life with these people.

And you couldn’t wait.

“I’ve never seen you look this happy,” Jake said.

“I don’t think I ever have been.”

“Come on,” Jake said, setting his beer down on a nearby table. “Since you and Josh want to do everything ass backwards, I get to dance with you first. A little brother and sister dance.”

Your heart swelled at Jake calling you his sister. You grinned and took his hand, watching as Josh took Ronnie’s and led her to the dance floor. 

Josh grinned when he saw you, reaching a hand out toward you. Instinctively, you went to take it.

“Hi, baby,” Josh grinned.

Jake playfully swatted Josh’s hand away, earning a small laugh from the crowd that had gathered to watch.

“It’s my turn to dance with your wife first, Josh,” Jake grinned, whisking you away before Josh could protest. 

You could see Jake shooting Josh a winning smile over your shoulder and you laughed at him, knocking your palm against your shoulder.

“Don’t tease your brother on his wedding day,” you pretended to scold.

“He deserves it,” Jake replied.

He quickly fell into step, swaying you back and forth to the music playing from the speakers around you.

About halfway through the song, Jake turned to whisper in your ear.

“I’m so happy you married him.”

“Me too,” you said dreamily.

“Seriously, I mean it. You make him happier than I’ve ever seen him. I’m glad that you’re officially part of our psychotic family,” Jake continued, a grin on his face. “We’re all just as crazy about you as he is.”

You smiled at him sheepishly, turning into his shoulder to hide your blushing cheeks.

“Stop it,” you said. “You’ll make me cry.”

“I don’t mean to,” Jake replied. “But one more thing before I have to give you back to him.”

“Hm?” you hummed.

“From the first time I heard Josh talk about you, he said he was going to marry you one day. Even when we were kids, he always said you were the one. We all would go along with it because it was, well, Josh, but then he brought you home. I swear to God, as soon as we all saw you, we knew he wasn’t kidding. I think Mom cried after you left because of the way that he’d look at you,” Jake said.  “You’ve always been it for him.”

“He’s always been it for me too,” you nodded. “And I know that sounds like some cheesy thing, but that’s what it is really. We’ve always been it for each other.”

“And that’s why I’m glad he finally got the balls to ask you to marry him.”

You laughed at Jake, grinning at him as the song ended and he pulled away. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, and you returned it.

“Welcome to the family,” Jake murmured before pulling away, watching as Josh took his place. 

He looped his arm with Ronnie and led her off the dance floor, standing with his mom and dad and Sam to watch you and Josh finally have your first dance.

You turned to face Josh, beaming up at him.

“My beautiful wife,” Josh whispered, pulling you close to him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, taking his hand. He held it against his chest, above his heart, circling his other arm around your waist. You curled your other arm around his shoulder, and suddenly it was just the two of you again.

“I love you,” you replied.

“And I love you,” Josh said.

You could feel his smile when the song started.

“Josh,” you said tearfully.

“You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest,” Josh said to you quietly. “Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain. Do you remember when I first played you this?”

“Of course I do,” you replied, choking back the tears that nearly bubbled up and over.

Josh had been no stranger to playing this song for you, and you had loved it each and every time, associating it now with every milestone you two had hit together. He had played it for you when he asked you out on your first date, played it the first time he told you that he loved you, when he proposed, and now it had become your wedding song.

“Come, let me love you, let me give my life to you,” Josh sang softly. “Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. I always wanted this to be our wedding song.”

“You have?” you asked.

“Mhm,” Josh hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to say to you. That’s why I play it for you whenever I’m about to tell you something meaningful or do something that I’m afraid I won’t get the words right. This song is my love letter to you, you’re my Annie.”

“Oh, Josh,” you smiled. “I love you.”

“Let me give my life to you, come, let me love you,” Josh sang in response. “Come love me again.”

You were sure you were crying now, tears slipping silently down your cheeks over how full your heart was in that very moment.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” Josh said softly, wiping your tears. 

The song had ended now, and you were still standing in Josh’s arms. You pulled away and pressed a kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin when his family erupted into cheers.

When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.

“You hold my entire heart in your hands,” you whispered.

Josh beamed down at you.

“I’ll cherish it forever,” Josh replied, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “Come on, I do believe we have husband and wife duties to attend to.”

“Of course we do, Mr. Kiszka.”

“Let’s do this, Mrs. Kiszka,” Josh said, pulling away to loop your arm with his. He looked over at you with another lovesick grin. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over being able to call you that.”

“Good thing you won’t have to.”

[elialys]

TV Appreciation Week 2024

Day 3: Favourite couple ↳ Peter x Olivia (Fringe)

[cherryinterlude]

gulped loudly like a cartoon character when he showed up on my laptop screen. ethan chandler you gorgeous man

[esmes]

that wouldn't be too painful, would it? 🎥 @theriddletrades

[amymbona]

Soft launching a relationship with Patrick Zweig - social media au

y/n.serves idk what's so special about this sport

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@.pzweig69 everything huh?

@.tashiduncan please y/n baby tell me you're joking

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y/n.serves last night was a blast!!! ✨🍾🎲 (this is from two days ago)

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@.artiedon when was this?

➤ @.pzweig69 two days ago

@.pzweig69 this was literally yesterday wdym :(

➤ @.y/n.serves it was last month actually

➤ @.pzweig69 you're terrible

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y/n.serves I MADE IT TO THE US OPEN!!! thank you guys i couldn't have done this without your support <3

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@.tashiduncan the best fan in the world!!!

➤ @.y/n.serves you'll decimate them tash 💗💗💗💗💗

@.pzweig69 no good luck kiss? :(

➤ @.y/n.serves gave art one!

➤ @.artiedon true she did ;)

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US-Open | New York

pzweig69 i didn't realise i had a personal photographer lol thanks @.y/n.serves

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@.pzweig69 we won btw

@.artiedon WE'RE THE BEST! :3

➤ @.pzweig69 love u man <3

@.y/n.serves my boys!!!

➤ @.pzweig69 boys? :(

➤ @.y/n.serves boy :)

@.tashiduncan mid

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artiedon two wholesome to not post

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@.pzweig69 too*

➤ @.artiedon die

@.tashiduncan i'd recognize that jacket anywhere

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y/n.serves much needed escape <3 @.pzweig69

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@.tashiduncan hope you had fun 💗

➤ @.y/n.serves 💗

@.pzweig69 who's that handsome fella in the last pic? ;)

➤ @.y/n.serves pretty cool guy if you ask me

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pzweig69 she doesn't know i took a pic of her ass @.y/n.serves

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@.y/n.serves i'll kill you

➤ @.y/n.serves oh wait i can't be mad

➤ @.y/n.serves you stole that first photo btw

➤ @.pzweig69 you stole my heart [this comment was deleted]

@.artiedon the water looks nice :)

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pzweig69 does anyone know why girls randomly start dancing???

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@.tashiduncan she's a whimsical fairy

@.artiedon isn't that y/n's dress?

➤ @.pzweig69 ;)

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y/n.serves pick a tennis boy, they said... he'd take a break, they said...

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@.tashiduncan omgomgomg!

@.tashiduncan if he treats you bad just say and i'll kick him in the balls

➤ @.y/n.serves 🤭🤭🤭

@.artiedon he's literally squealing and kicking his feet

@.pzweig69 can't force a boy to leave the love of his life

➤ @.y/n.serves OH?

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[samkiszkasfacialhair]

Stay A While

Stay A While

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: A sweet morning with Josh feels like a wish come true.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 550

You felt a warm hue all around you as you fell in and out of consciousness in the morning.

The sun shone through the window and casted light and shadows onto the walls surrounding you. You felt the heat of a ray of sunlight shine across your face. 

The savory smell of chai filled the air as you breathed in deeply. That warm smell was accompanied by the contrasting cool scents of aftershave and mint toothpaste.

You rubbed your legs on the softness of the waffle blankets surrounding you, feeling the texture of them against your skin and creating friction for more warmth.

You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the last few minutes of sleep you had.

You felt heat next to you, slowly creeping closer until the warm temperature combined with weight from his body was leaning on you.

You felt him. 

Josh.

“Good morning,” he whispered softly in your ear as he kissed the side of your face. 

You smiled and cuddled yourself into him. You reached your hand up and found his neck. You snuck your finger into the hair at the base of his head and tangled them into his loose, messy curls.

He moved and you felt the bed dip down on either side of you. You could tell he was holding himself up above you. 

You expected him to hold you and rub your back softly with his fingertips like he normally did in the mornings.

But he didn't. 

Instead, he continued kissing you. 

He started on your face, sprinkling light kisses to your cheeks and chin. 

He worked his way down to your jaw and neck. His kisses grew slower and softer as he continued.

You subconsciously moved your head to give him easier access as you let out a few sighs. 

“Josh,” you sighed.

“Mmm?” he said into your neck. 

The vibration of his voice against your skin made you giggle.

“What are you doing,” you whispered.

“Waking you up,” his voice teased as he kissed you again on the jaw.

He continued, “Nice,” he said with a soft kiss, “and slow,”

You opened your eyes for the first time that morning to see your bedroom filled with sunlight and honey brown curls right below your nose.

You pulled his head back and your eyes met his. 

His eyes were soft. They were full of love and just a hint of sleepiness. 

A single eyelash rested on his cheek and you reached up to grab it. 

“Be still,” you whispered and you carefully brought your fingers to his cheek. 

You pulled it off carefully and held it up to him, balancing it on your finger tip. 

“Make a wish,” you said.

He smiled at you, closed his eyes, and blew it off your fingertip. 

You brought your hand up to his face and cupped his jaw lightly.

He pursed his lips and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

He laid back down next to you and cuddled himself into you. He placed his chin on your shoulder and rested his face into the crook of your neck, still kissing you softly every so often.

You felt his eyes flutter to close against you neck and you closed your eyes again with him.

“What do you want to do today, Baby?” you asked in a whisper.

“This,” he replied, “Just this.”

Author’s Note: Nothing special. Just a little sweet Josh. Enjoy!

Playlist:

Leon Bridges- Beyond

Chantal Kreviazuk- Feels Like Home

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Goodnight Sweetheart

Josh x Reader

Warmings: none

“Dada. Sing again?”

“Again? Well okay then—” You hear Josh say before starting to sing Edelweiss again.

You smiled as you heard him sing. That was a song you used to sing all the time when you were pregnant. Then once she was born, it was the only thing that would put your little one to sleep. That song was a womb memory for her, and even now when she’s nearing 3 it still remains a comfort to her. Humming along with Josh, you finished picking up the toys that had been forgotten around her room.

“Okay baby, do you want Meow Meow or Daisy tonight?” Josh asked, holding up her favorite stuffed cat and bunny.

“Mow mow and Dasy.” She said reaching for both. “Pwease!”

“Okay kiddo.” He chuckled. “It’s time to go night night, do you want Papa and Mama to sing you one more song?”

“Sing pwease.”

“Okay baby. Here, get under your blanket and get snuggled in.” You say helping her into bed.

“Special song?” She asked.

Looking at you, Josh nods his head before turning to her and saying, “Of course baby.”

The two of you began to sing a lullaby Josh had written the day she was born. He’d told her a few months ago that it was her special song and she now only ever referred to it as such. Smiling and cuddling with your little girl, the two of you sang until she fell asleep.

When you noticed she was sleeping, you carefully and quietly left her room and made your way to your own room.

“It’s so hard to believe she’ll be three soon. It feels like she should still be our tiny baby.” Josh says, climbing into bed.

“I know. She’s gotten so big. Even in the past couple of weeks.” You say.

“I wish time would slow down. I’d keep her this small forever.” He said with a sigh.

“I know what you mean.”

“But then again, watching her learn and grow everyday is the most beautiful thing. She is perfect. She’s going to become such an amazing person, whoever she turns out to be.” He says.

“I think so too. I mean look at who she has for a dad. Pretty awesome example.”

“Nah, I’m not that great. You’re the one she has as an amazing example.” He says, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you.

“I don’t know about that. But, I do know that she has two parents that love her and will teach her the best they can.” You say, snuggling into his chest.

All of the sudden, you hear her start to cry through the baby monitor.

“I’ve got it.” Josh says.

He goes into her room and says, “Hey sweety, what’s wrong?”

“Dada.” She says, reaching for him.

“Did you wake up and we weren’t here? I’m sorry baby. Here, I’ll snuggle with you until you fall back to sleep. Does that sound okay?” He asks.

She shakes her head yes and they cuddle. He stays with her until she’s fast asleep. As he goes to get up, she stirs. He stops moving and starts to rub her head. She settles again and he gets up. Before he leaves, he leans down and kisses the top of her head.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

[infisonicosm-moved]

I often think about letting him lay on top of me and running my fingers through his hair while I sing to him softly. (usually the songs include lady may, annie's song, like real people do, and until i found you)

Josh being my personal weighted blanket is such a dream. He can have all the cuddles his heart desires 💕😭

[schmidtsbimbo]

hello! hope you are doing well :)

I was wondering if I could request a Mike Schmidt blurb of like the little things he admires about the reader and how he expresses his appreciation for them?

ty for the request !!! this feels so informal and short but i’m trying to get through all my requests ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა hope this does your request justice !! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

𖦹Warnings: none this is pure fluff :p

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡

mike would absolutely adore every single thing about you. even small little quirks that some other people might find a bit annoying or weird he finds completely endearing.

mike would especially admire how understanding and compassionate you are towards his financial situation. he refused to let you babysit abby at first when you offered to do it free of charge purely out of guilt.

he definitely still feels guilty about not being able to get you spontaneous gifts or flowers as much as he’d like or thinks you deserve but your constant reassurance that you do it out of love and don’t care for that stuff settles his mind a bit.

he still finds cute ways to show you how much he appreciates your help and kindness, like saying he’s going out for a small walk to clear his mind and coming back home with a small bouquet of flowers that he picked himself and wrapped up with some old newspaper.

he doesn’t just acknowledge the things you do and sacrifices you make for him, he also deeply admires your beauty. whether it’s him simply getting lost in your eyes as he watches them sparkle whenever you talk about something that deeply interests you to him showering you in kisses whenever you express any type of insecurities about your physical appearance.

mike would be laying in bed, watching you as you look at yourself in the the mirror and immediately walking to you, standing by your side as soon as he sees the dismayed expression on your face. cupping your face with his hands and planting soft kisses from your forehead to your cheeks and nose, muttering small things like “such a pretty girl, don’t ever doubt that for a second” in between kisses, making sure he gives you all the reassurance and love in the world whenever you need it.

[wideminded-dreamer]

piano josh 😔😔😔😔

[velvetcake96]

Probably far away from “canon” but I see Clancy as a sensitive bad ass. Like yeah he’ll beat the shit out of someone, but he also names any animal that finds their way into the Bandito camp, uses the ashes from their fires to make sure their plants thrive, and will refuse to step on any plants because he loves all kinds of life. He’s cynical, he can handle himself in a fight, but he has a love for simple things and mellowed out for the most part.

Clancy is the most friend shaped of all the Tyler-sonas and I like to believe he’s a little softer because he seems like his own person from his letters.

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Fifteen

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (I'll put the gentle stuff first so if you want to skip the smut warnings you can but also please read them if you're worried! Viewer discretion is always advised! 💕) Flirting, Suggestive Language, Sexual Tension runs DEEP, Alcohol/Drinking, sending risque photos / sexting essentially, smoking, & Jake our sweet baby boy being nervous as fuck.

*smut time* including: (oral f/m receiving, mild hand kinks insinuated, fingers in places, fairly rough SEX, literally all our dreams are being insinuated in here folks.)

Word Count: 5k !!

Summary: After using the utmost will power Jake has the night before, Charlotte truly tests his ability to resist his urges the next day while he's working. And well, you can imagine how far he makes it.

Author's Note: THE CANDLE IS AFLAME. LETS GOOOOO!!! I can't wait for you guys to read this one and I especially can't wait to hear your feelings about it! You've been patient with me and I made sure that it was well worth the wait. Enjoy the ride babes! 😘💕

Tear You Apart - She wants Revenge "I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart, As I whisper in your ear. "I want to fucking tear you apart."

Nothing in the last eighteen hours has felt real. We laid there talking about whatever came to mind for a while, but she stayed pressed against me the whole time. Alternating between holding my hand or drawing little shapes on my chest as she told me stories. 

Getting to wake up with her curled up in my arms, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t just pretend to sleep for a few minutes just to enjoy the way she played with my hair and kissed my face until I finally “woke up.” Staying in bed until Josh left the apartment so we didn’t sell ourselves out. Just quietly talking and sharing lazy kisses for a while, I felt like I was still dreaming. 

Coming back into the room, she was wrapped up in one of my shirts, just sitting on my bed and scrolling on her phone. 

“I didn’t know friends with benefits meant you stealing my clothes,” I tease. 

Her smile is contagious, “what do you think the benefits part means?” 

“Oh, is that right?” I ask in a taunting tone as I start getting dressed. Watching her pout as I button my pants, “What’s that for?” 

She climbs off the bed quickly, sliding her hands around my waist, “Can you just not look at me when I say this?” The question laced with her giggles. 

“Oh, don’t be shy now,” I laugh. 

“You’re just sooo..” she quietly but quickly spits out. 

My eyebrow raises as she avoids finishing the sentence. Reaching back to grab a shirt from my closet, she’s still clung to me. 

She finally squeaks out, “sexy.” Immediately tucking her face into me, I wrap my arms around her as I laugh. She thinks I’m—? 

“If I didn’t have to be in the bar, trust me— I wouldn’t ruin your fun.” 

She leans back, moving her hands to the same place on my stomach, slowly letting them creep up to my chest, “Starting my day off with a little torture?”

 You have no idea. 

“I haven’t forgotten about that promise,” I mumble to her. Watching her eyes light up, I tell her, “I’ll make it up to you, but I do need to work for a little bit.” 

“Better be good if you’re making me wait even longer.” She taunts. 

“Oh, I think you’ll agree it was worth the wait,” I tell her before whispering, “But you have to let go of me if you ever want to find out.” Leaning forward to press my forehead against hers, trying to not laugh at the pout on her face. 

“I’m not done yet,” she groans, letting herself fall into me and chuckling to myself as she dramatically goes limp in my arms. We stood there like that for a few minutes; she kept leaving little kisses all over my chest, which further convinced me that I deserved an award for self-control. 

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After what felt like the longest goodbye, I have never wanted to not be in my bar more than I do today. Time feels like it’s crawling by as I stand here talking to customers at the bar. I’m nodding along to whatever they tell me as Josh mingles amongst the rest of the room. I see my phone light up out of the corner of my eye. 

Charlotte: Hi 

Me: hello there

Well, at least she can keep me company now. I pour a fresh beer and slide it to the man sitting across from me. I carefully tap on my phone, ..she already replied. 

Charlotte: I have a problem..

Me: oh? What’s that? 

Charlotte: Can’t stop thinking about how lol good you looked this morning 🤭

I can feel the heat rush to my face; what is she trying to do right now? I stare straight up at the ceiling for a second before replying. 

Me: and how can I help you with that? 

Charlotte: [sends photo in invisible ink]

Charlotte: I don’t know Jacob, how can you? 

I lock my phone faster than the speed of light. I close my eyes, biting the inside of my mouth. I can’t look at that out here. I make eye contact with Josh from across the room, gesturing to the bathroom as he nods quickly. 

I may as well have run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I open her texts, slowly swiping away the invisible ink. There sits a photo of her legs crossed, stretched out in front of her, with dark red lace hugging her hips. Fuck me. Willing away the thoughts racing in my mind, I finally reply. 

Me: holy shit- I wish I was there. 

After a moment of silence and a handful of deep breaths, I make my way back out to the bar. How am I supposed to do this and not be obvious about it? 

Charlotte: Oh, you do? 

Me: You have no idea. 

I’d do anything to be there, Jesus Christ. I ring up a handful of tabs, sliding the receipts and their cards back to them as they head out and new customers take their places at the bar. 

I feel my phone vibrate as I’m taking someone’s order, turning to make it and setting my phone in front of me. 

Charlotte: What would you do if you were here? 

I about drop the bottle I’m holding when I read it. God, I don’t even know what I’d do. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything with a girl I’d probably panic. 

Me: oh honey I wish I could tell you 

Sliding their drink to them and grabbing a few empty glasses, anything to fight the demons away at this point. I pull my hair up into a low bun, trying to relieve myself of some of the heat coming off of me. 

“Warm?” Josh asks as he’s dropping off a handful of cans and glasses. 

Nodding quickly, “Yeah, I don’t know why.” I laugh for a second, definitely not because she’s tormenting me through text or anything. 

“You can go outside for a minute if you want; I got it.” 

“I may just take you up on that.”  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Throwing my phone in my pocket, I grab a cigarette from my office before hustling out back. The crisp, almost winter air hit me, instantly sending a chill through me. I lit the cigarette, only taking one drag from it before pulling my phone out. 

Charlotte: tell me Jacob 

My hands shake as I go to reply, whether it’s nerves or the cold, who knows? I fumble around, trying to convince myself to just say it to her. 

Me: god I just want to taste you

Was that dumb? I don’t know what else to say. I wish I could just BE THERE. Taking another slow drag, I watch the little typing bubble pop up. 

Charlotte: [sends photo] 

“Fucking hell,” I breathe out. 

My head drops back the moment it shows up. Her torso, the dark red lace, so gently cupped her. The glimmer of her nipple piercings caught the light as they’ peaked against the lace on them. She’s beautiful. The way I can see how her body curves and how soft her skin is. 

Charlotte: does that mean you’re a ‘ladies first’ kind of man?

Me: first and second, if that’s okay with you 

Charlotte: omg jacob? 

Charlotte: that’s so hot 

My stomach turns with every text; I’m so nervous. She just can’t know about it. The thought of going down on her plagues my mind. The sounds she’d make, the way she’d taste. 

Me: i’m sorry you look so fucking good

Me: how am I supposed to just stand behind the bar now? 

Taking the last few drags and putting it out, I head back inside. I sipped on the drink I have in my office, and then grab a mint before plopping down in my chair for a minute. 

Charlotte: that’s how I felt this morning 

Charlotte: you’ve been on my mind all day baby

‘Baby’ plays in my head from the other day. I can feel the blood rushing away from my brain with every flirty text she sends. 

Me: what have you been thinking about? 

I almost instantly regret asking because I know that the answer is going to be painful. Opening my email and scrolling through it for a moment before her name popped up in my notifications. 

Charlotte: How I wish you didn’t need to work today 

Charlotte: Just stayed in your bed all day with your hands all over me 

Me: yeah? You want that?

You’re at work, you’re at work, you’re at work. The sigh that falls out of me as I fight off every shiver that goes through my body because of her. Finally, getting up and going back out to the bar, letting Josh go hide for a few minutes. 

I take a chance to go wander around the tables and booths, talking to some of the regulars who were hidden amongst the crowd. I feel my phone vibrate against my thigh, but I try to ignore it while I get a few drink orders. I grab a few empty cans on my way back to the bar, tossing them into their bin before sliding my phone back out under the bar. 

Charlotte: mhmm. Your hands or your mouth, whichever you’d prefer. 

Charlotte: Just want you to touch me.

Me: god you’re killing me 

Pouring the drinks, but Josh sneaks over to grab them before I can. 

“How was your break?” I ask quietly. 

“Lovely,” He nods slightly, “How’s your night going?” His eyes dart to my phone and back at me. The warmth spreads through me again, and I just clear my throat quietly. 

He grabs my arm before quietly spitting out, “Oh, my sweet little brother, I’m not blind. You’ve been obsessively checking it; what is she saying to you?” 

I can’t help but laugh, “I don’t think you want to hear it.” Raising my eyebrows as we look at each other, his grin grows across his face. 

“Oh! Well, in that case, there’s a can of WD-40 in the back if you need to loosen up those joints before you see her,” he winks as he tells me, backing away with the drinks, and I flip him off carefully before I point to the table they’re supposed to be going to. 

Charlotte: I just know you’d take such good care of me 

Me: whatever you wanted 

Charlotte: [sends photo]

A small groan escapes as I look at her. In my shirt, she’s peeking over her shoulder into the mirror. She’s definitely holding it up slightly because she’s sat on the counter, her ass perfectly outlined by that god-forsaken lace again. My cock twitches the longer I stare at her. 

Me: for me? 

My mouth goes dry at the thought of seeing her like that in person; the realization that it could happen was hitting me. I look at the time, 11:58 pm, before locking my phone and tossing it back under the bar. 

“You can go if you want,” I tell Josh, leaning into him. 

He scans the room, “Are you positive?” A fair amount of the booths and tables have cleared out at this point and there are just a few stragglers aside from the actual bar. 

“Very. I can handle the rest of the night. Get out of here while it’s still early..ish,” I tell him, grabbing his shoulder with a light squeeze. 

“I will not argue that,” he mutters, “if I’m asleep, love you and goodnight.” He pats my arm a few times as he walks past me. 

Charlotte: just you baby 🤭 

Me: wish i could kiss you right now 

Charlotte: I wish you could do more than that 

Me: don’t think I’d be able to control myself 

Not a lie. I don’t think I’ve ever felt tension like this in my life. The fact I’m stuck here feels like low-grade torture. I grab a towel and some spray, making my rounds throughout the tables. I try to get some of the cleaning done, hoping it’ll help distract me a little. 

My phone vibrates against my leg, and my heart drops, knowing it’s her. 

Charlotte: [sends photo]

“Fuck me,” I quietly mutter to myself. She’s sat on her floor, her hands pulling some of my shirt in between her legs, but not enough to fully hide her lingerie. Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders. A glorious shot of her tits, so gently pressed into each other. The desperate need to kiss my way up her legs grows stronger as I stare at them. 

Me: Charlotte. 

I wipe the table in front of me slowly so I can give myself a second to chill out before having to turn around. 

Charlotte: yes, Jacob? 

My self-control is on the floor at this point. 

Me: come here

Charlotte: really? 

Me: yes please come here. 

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The moment she walked in, it made the last thirty minutes feel like they hadn’t even happened. She finds her usual seat at the bar, letting a smile sneak onto her face when she gets comfortable. 

Why am I nervous now? 

Bringing over her drink, it’s hard not to notice what she’s wearing. She knows what she’s doing. As I slide it across the bar, I realize that she left the bulk of the shirt unbuttoned and just tucked into her pants carefully. 

“Hi,” she squeaks out, timidly grabbing the glass in front of her. Watching how the glass sits on her lip when she drinks, the movement of her throat when she swallows. I hadn’t thought of what I was doing when I told her to come here. This is worse.

“Hi,” I manage to get out, “you look .. nice.” My eyes trailed down her body, trying not to make it too obvious to anybody else, but the moment I noticed that I could see the same bra she had on in the pictures she sent me, my heart stopped. She must have caught me because she leaned forward in her seat a little, making the shirt shift so I had an even clearer shot of it. 

I slowly blink as my head shakes, taking a subtle deep breath because I still have forty-five minutes before I can kick everybody out. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks coyly. 

“I think you know.” Backing away to make sure everybody else at the bar is good, I feel like I have to manually move my eyes away from her. Why didn’t I tell her to get here later? I have to act normal and I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that right now. 

Thankfully, for me, around 1:30 am is when most people start to head out, so I spend a few minutes grabbing the tabs for people, taking care of those while I feel her eyes on me the entire time. The customers next to her also want to head out, so I bring over their receipt, leaning into the bar a bit purposefully, letting my shirt fall open a little more where I know she can see it. I glance over at her with my eyebrow cocked as I see her eyes shoot up to meet mine. 

“I saw that,” I mumble to her. 

The corners of her lips curling up slightly, she whispers back, “Good.” 

As time crept by, I wonder to myself why I thought having her here would be the better option. We’ve been having staring contests the entire time, not even saying anything to each other, just from across the bar. 

There’s only a few stragglers lingering, so I do one more lap around the tables, making sure to grab anything that was left. But, the moment she’s in my peripheral vision again, my self-control lowers more. 

Strolling up behind her, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around her, I rest my hand on the base of her neck. 

“You doing okay?” I ask, my hand squeezing the back of her neck gently. 

Her head turned a little to try and look at me, “I could be better.” The smile on her face was making me sweat. 

“Give me like ten minutes,” I lean in close to her ear, “I’ll make sure of it.”  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

 Following the last customers to the door, I flip off the signs as they make their way out. My heart is pounding as I turn the locks over on the doors. The sudden realization that we’re fully alone washes over me, but the need to feel her touch overrides it. 

I turn around to look at her, and she’s already walking over to me. I quickly meet her halfway, my hands pulling her face to me, the desperate need to feel her lips on mine finally relieved as the kiss goes on. Her hands pull on my shirt like she can’t get close enough. Leaning down, I grab the backs of her knees, lifting her up, and her legs wrap around me, never detaching from the kiss. Her hands slide up into my hair as she smiles against my lips. 

Walking her back over, I set her on the bar top, my hands on either side of her. Kissing the side of her neck, I can see her breathing getting heavier. Fiddling with the buttons on my shirt, exposing her. The dark red lace against her pale complexion, holy shit, only looking at her for a moment before trailing kisses down her sternum. My hands find their place around her waist, hovering my mouth over her, looking up at her; she’s intently watching me, letting out a tiny whimper. 

“Please, Jacob,” she breathes out. 

My mouth connects with her instantly; her moan rings through my ears. I slide my hand up, gently pulling the lace away from her, and goosebumps slowly creep in. Letting my thumb graze over her peaked nipple, I press a kiss to her other breast. 

Her thighs tense up with every time I swirl my tongue around her. Moving my hands and spreading her thighs so I can stand between them, pulling her to the edge of the bar. She unbuttons her pants, pushing them down, and lifting herself enough to slide them to her thighs for me. 

“Well, aren’t you an eager little thing?” I mumble, pulling them off her. “Lay back for me, honey?” She practically fell to her elbows, her eyes locked on me. 

Pressing wet kisses down her stomach but stopped as soon as I hit the dainty lace. The nerves of touching her for the first time hit; don’t fuck this up.  I run my hands down her thighs, pushing them further apart before teasingly leaving little kisses closer and closer to where she really wants me to be. 

“Is this okay?” Looking up at her from between her legs. She lets out a breathy ‘yes’; her eyes look desperate for some sort of touch. I plant a kiss over her covered clit, getting the most delicious moan out of her. I can’t resist from pulling the fabric to the side. She’s soaked already. 

One slow lick up her center, and she already dropped her head back. Smiling as I swirl my tongue around her clit, lightly sucking, doing anything to keep the noises coming out of her. She’s so quiet typically, I would have never expected her to be so vocal, but I’m not complaining. 

“Oh my god, Jake,” she moans. The sound of my name falling from her lips has me groaning into her. She tastes so sweet; I can’t get enough of her. You would think I was starving with the way my mouth couldn’t stop. Glancing up at her as my tongue laps around her clit, her eyes meeting mine as she lets out another delicious moan. I tease her with my middle finger, just barely touching her, and she jumps at the feeling. 

“Please,” she whines, still looking down at me. 

“Oh, you want this?” I ask, sliding my middle finger into her and slowly pumping my hand into her, watching her mouth fall open. The wetter she gets, the faster I go. Trying to find just the right spot, needing to make her feel good. Pressing up so slightly as I pull back. The way her mouth opens more; that’s it, sweet girl. 

“Oh- oh my god,” she moans out, “more, please. Please, baby.”  The name makes my heart flutter and my dick twitch; my ring finger joins in, watching her eyes roll back and pressing up into that special place that makes her want to scream. I pump my fingers into her, listening to her pretty moans as she keeps grabbing the edges of the bar like they’re her lifeline. 

“Oh, is that good?” 

 A slew of ‘oh my gods’ and ‘holy shit’ come from her as I start to play with her clit with my other hand. Rubbing little circles to drive her mad, watching her writhe with pleasure, her back arching off the bar. Fuck me. 

“Come for me, honey.” 

I can feel her about to break, dipping my head down and swirling around her quickly with my tongue. Her hands tangled themselves in my hair, holding me there. Groaning into her at the feeling and lifting her leg so I can wrap my arm around her, the back of her knee lands over my shoulder as I’m pulling her into me. 

“Oh- baby, don’t stop, please, please- oh, oh my GOD,” her volume increases as her orgasm hits her, and she’s pulling my hair as she’s practically riding my face. My name has never sounded better than the way she’s yelling it. 

She sits up after a minute, pulling my face to hers and planting a kiss on me. 

“Where did you- how- um, so .. yeah, how did you?” She stumbles over her words, and without stopping, she’s unbuttoning my shirt. I laugh as she’s trying to form a coherent thought. 

“I told you it would be worth it,” I whisper into her ear, placing a kiss just below it. “But, I‘m not done with you yet,” comes out of me, in almost a growl.  Who am I? 

Helping her off the bar, she grabs my arms, turning us around and pushing me back into it. Her hands work my belt and button in my jeans as fast as they can as she’s trailing kisses down my neck. Her hand dipping into my boxers; I let out a groan when she wraps her hand around me. 

“I need you,” slips out of me as she strokes a few times. She presses her lips to mine, mumbling in between kisses, “Please, fuck me, Jacob.” I can’t stop the moan that comes out after that. 

“I don’t have a-,“ I start to whisper when she cuts me off quickly. 

“That's okay,” she tells me, kissing underneath my jaw. I grab her arms, already missing the feeling of her hand on me. Walking her backwards, our heated kisses made it hard to walk straight. I slide the shirt off of her and toss it onto a barstool.  Reaching a table, I spin her around so her back is against my chest, my hands snaking around her small frame. I reach up, softly rubbing small circles over her nipples until her head falls back onto me. 

My right hand crept up, sliding it up her throat until I was holding her jaw. Her mouth opens slightly at the feeling; taking the risk, I lightly rest my finger on her lip. Unprepared for her to immediately tilt her head back up, wrapping her lips around it.

“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath. “Can you bend over for me, honey?” Her tongue swirls around it before  She leans forward onto the table, pushing her ass into me. 

 She knows what she’s doing. My hands slide over her. I squat down for just a second, spreading her open and licking a wide stripe up her. I saw the goosebumps on her skin as I kiss her before standing up. 

I slide my boxers down far enough for my cock to be free, the relief from being out alone. I pull the lace to the side again, lining myself up with her. Slowly pushing into her, she lets out a loud moan. God, she feels good.  I let myself bottom out in her, giving her a second before I move. And myself, to be honest. 

“Baaaby,” she lets out. I hold her hips as I start to pull back, slowly thrusting into her. My own moans start falling out as our pace picks up. Looking down as I push into her, my mouth hangs open; the feeling is surreal. 

“Feel good?” 

She lets out a small ‘yes’ while she arches her back more. The sounds of my hips slapping against her, the way I can feel how wet she is, the feeling as she’s pushing back against my thrusts to feel as full as she can. 

“Holy shit, Charlotte.” 

She looks back at me through her eyelashes and, with the sweetest voice, tells me, “harder.”

 My heart pounds at her words. Without hesitation, I step my left foot up onto the booth, gripping her waist, and start snapping my hips as hard as I can into her. I bite the inside of my lip as her moans get louder while I keep hitting the right spot over and over. Fuck, she feels so good.  Watching how she stretches her arms in front of her, her knuckles white with how hard she’s holding her own hand.  

I bend down, hovering my lips over her ear when I whisper, “I know you have one more for me, honey.” Her moan was enough of a response for me. My necklace barely grazed the skin between her shoulder blades, and I watched the goosebumps flood her skin. I press a kiss against that same spot before standing back up. I grab her arms, pulling her up so her back is pressed against me. My hand dipped in between her legs, finding her clit that was just screaming for my attention. My fingers quickly start working at it, as her chest is heaving at this point, and I can feel her orgasm about to break. Both of us breathe heavily as she tilts her head back, and I sneak a kiss on her neck, letting out a small ‘mmm’ against her skin. 

“Jacob, baby,” she moans. 

“Tell me,” I groaned back to her. 

“I’m gonna-“ is all she gets out before her jaw goes slack and her eyes are fixed shut.

“Let it out,” I whisper as I pound into her.  She's moaning loudly in my ear, pulling my hand away when she starts to get too sensitive. I slow my hips down so she can recover, watching the soft smile settle on her lips. She pulls my arms around her, leaning her head back against me until she shifts slightly, and we both remember that I’m still buried inside her. 

“Hun, I’m not gonna last much longer,” I tell her quietly before I press a kiss to her temple. She taps my hip a few times so I’d back up. She drops down and just, with no thought, slides my cock into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around it as she bobs her head up and down the length of it. Using her hands on whatever she can’t comfortably do with her mouth. And god, is she good at it. 

The thought of her doing this after she just came on me inches me closer. I glance down to see her looking back up at me, and the visual alone has me two seconds away from finishing. 

“I’m so close, don’t stop,” it’s my turn to whimper. She pushes it further into her mouth, she swallows around me and I’m done for. One of my hands found its place on the back of her head, fighting the urge to thrust into her. 

“Fuck, Charlotte—“ Practically yelling her name as I release into her throat, her hands working me through it. Swallowing as she stands up, she presses a gentle kiss on my lips. I can’t believe that just happened. 

“Well, um,” I mumble, breathing heavily and wrapping my arms around her, “that was..” 

“So fucking good.” She giggles, tucking her face into me, mumbling, “You’re so hot.”

My face feels warm when she says it; she thought it was that good?  We stand there for a few minutes, just laughing, as she’s curled up in my arms. 

“Wanna just sleep here?”

“Only if you’ll carry me up the stairs,” she says with a little smirk, her hands pressed against my chest, “I don’t think my legs could do it right now.” 

“You’re gonna give me a complex,” I laugh, kissing her forehead, “get dressed real quick.” ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

After pretending to be Prince Charming and carrying her up the two flights of stairs, we both immediately crawl into bed. She makes herself comfortable, tugging my arm over her so she can back herself into me and wiggling her ass against my dick. 

“Hey now,” I mumble, “don’t start something you’re not gonna finish.” 

Her soft laughs fill the room, “Who said I wouldn’t finish it?” 

“Charlotte.”

“What, baby?” Her voice taunts me as she slides her hand into mine and arching her back a little. My entire body feels like it’s full of butterflies. 

My face tucked into her, I quietly laughed while pressing kisses to the top of her shoulder. If she keeps calling me that, I don’t know how I’m going to ever say no to her. I kiss the side of her neck, pulling her body tight against mine before whispering into her ear, “You’re gonna have to stay quiet this time. Can you do that for me, honey?”

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Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Sixteen

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