#that's josh if you're a barista

[madamemidnight]

I could say something, but describing the beauty of a sunset would take time, time that you could simply be admiring it. Better to let it speak for itself.

(X)

[sluts4matt]

PARTY

pairing: soft!dom matt x mixed!reader

summary: after a long week, you intended on staying home and relaxing. your roommate; however, had different plans dragging you to a close friend's party.

warnings: SMUT, use of weed, nic, and alcohol, p in v, teasing, light choking, pet names (princess), orgasm denial, praising, slight embarrassment kink? (i think)

word count: 3074

authors note: i feel like this is kind of all over the place, i apologize, i haven't written in like a good month or two. not proofread or edited.

it had been a long day, work not going so greatly. that's why as soon as you walked through your apartment door you had greeted your roommate then went to your bedroom, pulling out a pre roll from your nightstand drawer.

you sighed, laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, lighting the end, then inhaling deeply. the smoke left your lips, your eyes blinking a few times. you jumped at the quiet knock on your bedroom door, coughing slightly.

"it's open," you say. the door opened revealing your roommate naya, her red curls up in a messy pony tail. "bad day at work?" she asked, joining you on your bed.

you passed the joint over to her, which she accepted with a smile bringing it to her lips. "some chick ordered a triple shot expresso with caramel and white chocolate syrup, had me put caramel drizzle on top right?" you start and she nods.

"i repeat her order, she looks at the screen she's goes, yep looks good. then i go to give her the drink and she goes-" you take a breath before talking in a slightly snobby tone, "-'this isn't what i ordered, i need this remade right now' i looked at like, are you fucking serious right now?"

naya started laughing, passing the joint back. "so did you remake her drink?" she asks, "yeah, after arguing with her for ten minutes." you both laugh. "god, i hate being a barista sometimes," you state.

"wanna go to austin's party to take your mind off of work?" she asks. "i dunno, nay. i'm not in the mood to deal with drunks and people trying to make a move on me." you say. "then just stay next to aria the whole time, guys don't really approach her. come on please," she gave you puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip jutting out as she clasped her hands together.

"when was the last time you went to a party?" she asks, you think for a moment. "um, the one josh threw at the frat house that you brought me to." naya giggles, grabbing your hand, "sweety... i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this, that was almost six months ago." you snatch your hand away, giving her an annoyed look.

"that's a lie, we were at a party for channing's birthday two months ago." you defend, "birthday party's don't count, neither do family reunions or get togethers," she points out.

"oh god fine," you sigh. naya squeals, wrapping her arms around your waist. "oh my god thank you!" she says excitedly, "okay go, we gotta get ready," you say, shooing her away. she sticks her tongue out, getting up and walking out.

you stand up, going to your closet to pick your outfit out. once you find your clothes you put on your shower cap and hop in the shower, washing your body. after you're finished you wrap a towel around your body, going back to your room to get dressed.

you slip on the outfit, pairing it with a pair of black thigh high socks and some black mary janes. you take a comb through your hair, getting out most of the knots. naya knocks on your door as you go to apply your eyeliner, "come in."

she opens the door, she had put on a pink crop top and high waisted jeans, she had her hair down and her curls were bouncy. she was holding her black boots, "i'm stealing some of your eyeliner, can't find mine and lord knows you have enough."

"okay," you mumble, consentraiting. she walks up, opening the drawer and grabbing one of the many felt tip liners you had. she sat on the floor, looking into her phone camera, as she applied the eyeliner.

you grab a pink lip liner from your drawer, lining your lips before putting some lipgloss over them. you smack your lips together, to coat the two evenly, smiling at yourself when you were done. you pulled the look together with a pair of hooped earrings, grabbing your silver side bag.

"let's go!" naya says excitedly, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

the two of you hopped into the uber that she had scheduled while the two of you were getting ready. the car ride was filled with naya talking about the cute boy who works at the grocery store near the apartment.

"like, i didn't realize how much i liked green eyes until i saw his, they're like emeralds, really they are," she swoons, you chuckle, shaking your head.

"we're here," the uber driver states. you open the car door, walking in. "the party's here," she states loudly, gaining the attention of austin talking to a group of three boys who all looked relatively the same.

he looked over, smiling widely, waving his hand in a motion to come over. "omg, i'm glad you guys' could make it," he says, sporting a glittery sheer top and sparkly silver eyeshadow.

"i'm not sure how long we're staying, we're just stopping by for a little bit," you say, austin gives you a fake pout. "no fun, excuse us," he states to the three boys dragging you and naya to the open bar.

"lets take shots," he says, naya eagerly nodding her head as he grabs a tray with glittery shots on it. "i'm good," you say. "no, sweetheart, we're doing shots," he says, pushing one towards you.

"fine," you mutter, picking the shot glass up. "on the count of three," he says, "one, two, three," the three of you all bring the shot glass to your lips, downing the shot. the liquid burned as it went down your throat. you shook your head slightly, "rookie," naya giggled.

"i'm gonna go find aria, don't die," you say, "have fun!" austin and naya shout after you. you weave through the crowd, looking for a head of pink and black striped hair. you bumped into someone, stumbling slightly, "sorry," he mumbles as you look up.

it was one of the guys austin had been talking to when you and naya first got there. you smiled slightly, "all good, it was my fault anyways, wasn't paying attention," you state.

"matt," he says, sticking his hand out, you smile slightly, taking his hand, "y/n," you state, shaking his hand. "are you looking for someone?" he asks. "uh yeah, aria?" you ask, he looks at you slightly confused, tilting his head slightly. "shorter then me, black and pink hair," you describe, "tattoos, like, everywhere except her neck and face?" you ask.

"oh! she's over there talking to chris," he points to the back of the room. "thanks," you say, going the direction he pointed to. you pushed past people, finally finding the short girl.

"hi!" you shout, the two turn to look at you, "there you are," aria states. "who's this?" chris asks, "my wife," she states loudly, he chuckles but looks slightly confused. "you wouldn't get it," she explains.

"you okay?" she asks, "yeah, fine, just need to take the edge off, i guess," you sigh. she pulls out a pre rolled blunt, lighter and a vape. "i love you," you sigh, taking the strawberry kiwi vape from her acrylics.

she hands the lighter to chris, "light," he does as she asks, bringing the lighter to the blunt that was between her lip. she inhaled, holding it in for a moment, then blowing it out. she passed it to you, earning a smile from you.

"work fucking sucks, why'd you quit," you playfully whine, a pout on your lips as your bring the blunt your lips. "because i would have ended up hitting that bitch of a manager," she states. you exhale the smoke, handing it back to her.

"she's not that bad anymore," you state, "i call bullshit," aria says. the three of you stood, smoking as people pushed past. "i'm gonna go find matt," chris says, "okay," the two of you respond in unison, causing you and aria to break out into a fit of laughter.

"god, i can't believe it's been six months since i worked at that hell hole," she states. "yeah fuck you," you giggle. you remember the day you had met aria, you were both just starting at the local cafe, quickly bonding over the fact that you two were the newbies.

after working together for a couple of months, she had introduced you to austin. austin then introduced you to naya, who quickly became your roommate. the four of you had grown quite close, always spending time with each other.

"lets go dance," she squeals, dragging you towards the center. the two of you began swaying and jumping, the music blasting through the speakers. chris had joined soon after, dragging matt with him. you giggled at the brunette haired by slightly watching his attempt to move his hips to the beat.

"white boys got no rythum," aria states, her hips swaying. "no shit," chris says, moving his shoulders. "oh god," you and aria giggle, shaking your heads at their terrible attempts at dancing.

"like this," aria instructs, her hips moving as her hands run over her body. you do the same, letting the music take over your body. the two of you danced like no one was watching, not that you cared.

the music was blasting and the air was heavy, the room smelled like alcohol and sweat, but at this point you didn't care, you were having too much fun.

you jumped slightly when you felt a pair of hands being softly placed on your hips, "is this okay?" matt whispers, his breath fanning your shoulder blade. you nod, leaning back, placing your hand behind his head, playing with the strands. you felt his thumb slowly moving in circles, causing your heart to speed up.

when you look towards aria, you see her arms wrapped around chris as she giggles at something he had said. the two were in their own little world, the rest of the party seeming to disappear.

your hand raked through matt's hair softly as you moved your hips, feeling his grip tighten. you bite your lip, "so," you state, "how'd you get roped into this party?"

"nick and chris, glad i let them rope me in though," he mumbled. "why's that?" you ask, looking down slightly. "because then i would have missed this," his breath tickling your neck.

you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, your head slightly tilting involuntarily. his lips gently brushed against the crook of your neck, leaving feather like kisses. your breath hitches slightly, closing your eyes.

"come on," he says, pulling back taking your hand as he leads you out the front door to his car. "get in," he says, opening the passenger door. "what are we doing?" you ask, slightly out of breath.

"star gazing," he says, putting the car in reverse and backing out of austin's driveway before putting it in drive and driving it to one of the parks that wasn't visited very often. "actually?" you ask, slightly hoping he wasn't serious about star gazing.

"do you not want to?" he teases, parking the car. he looks over at you tilting his head, one of his hands still on the wheel. you raise an eyebrow at the boy you've known barely two hours, your arms crossing. "what?" he asks, his tone playful.

"you know what," you state. "no, i don't, maybe you should tell me," he says, a small smirk spreading across his face. your eyes narrowed, your thighs squeezing together.

"oh?," he states, his head cocking to the side. his hand finds its way to the side of his seat, sliding it back. "well what do you want to do then princess?" he asks, his arm going behind your seat, turning his body so that his body was facing yours.

your mouth gaped open slightly, not knowing how to respond to the sudden change in attitude. "come on, words," he chuckles, his lips curling into a slight smirk.

"i-," you pause, not knowing what you were about to say. "yes?" he questions, his arm resting on the back of the chair. "i um," you mutter, looking at him with big eyes. "kiss me," you whisper, biting your lip.

"good girl," he praises, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. he pulls you in, his lips brushing against yours, causing butterflies to fill your stomach. his lips molded to yours perfectly, moving in sync.

his lips were soft and warm, your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue entrance. his hand moves down to your throat, his fingers wrapping around. his other hand moves to your hip, guiding you over the center console to his lap.

your hands run through his hair, tugging lightly, causing him to moan slightly. you feel him buck his hips slightly, pushing up into the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasp slightly, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in.

you feel him smirk slightly, his hand leaving your throat, traveling to each of your shoulders. his fingers slipping the thin straps down your shoulders. his lips leave yours, kissing down your neck, causing you to tilt your head slightly.

"so pretty," he mutters, his hands pushing the fabric down your chest. his head dips, his tongue swirling around your nipple. your breath hitches, your hand moving to his hair, your fingers threading through.

he groans slightly, his hips pushing up into you. "matt," you breathe, his teeth grazing your nipple. you feel him smile against your skin, his fingers tweaking your other nipple.

"fuck," you whine, tugging at his hair. "you want more?" he asks, his hand sliding up your leg to the bottom of your skirt. "yes, please," you whine. his hand slides up your skirt, his fingers pushing aside the fabric of your underwear.

his finger traces your clit, teasing you. your thighs shake slightly, causing him to chuckle, "desperate." you roll your eyes, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair. his hand wraps around your throat, the metal of his rings cold against your neck as he squeezes lightly.

"be nice," he whispers, his finger slowly circling your clit. "or what?" you challenge, his eyes narrow. his fingers speed up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. his fingers work you, making your eyes roll back.

"matt," you whine, pushing yourself down onto his fingers, "fuck," you whisper. his fingers continue working your clit, your breathing becoming uneven.

"you close?" he asks, his voice laced with lust. you nod quickly, your hips rolling. his fingers slow, stopping right before you reach your high. "no, no, please," you whine, your hips bucking.

"awe, does someone not like the consequences of their own actions?" the boy mocks, his hand still holding your throat. "no, please," you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"you think just because you give me the puppy dog eyes i'll give you what you want?" he chuckles, jokingly bouncing your body. you nod your head, a pout forming on your lips. "please," you whimper, your hips trying to push into his hand.

"begging, pretty," he smirks, his fingers starting to circle again. you whine, the coil in your stomach tightening. his fingers speed up, pushing you barely over the edge before stopping again.

"matt, no," you whine, his hand moving from your neck to your shoulder. he pushes you backwards, your back hitting the steering wheel. his hands go to the button on his pants, undoing it before unzipping them. he lifts his hips from the seat slightly, pushing them down to his knees.

his boxers were a light grey, a slight wet spot showing on the front. he palms himself through the fabric, moaning quietly. his other hand goes to your waist, moving your body so that you were directly over him. he pushes his boxers down, moving the fabric of your soaked panties to the side.

he pushes the tip in, moaning. you whine, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as he pulls your body down. "fuck," he curses, his head falling back. your hand grips the back of his seat, his length filling you.

you start to move your hips slowly, moaning softly. his fingers dig into your hips, helping guide your movements. his hips thrust upwards, meeting your slow pace.

"god, you're so pretty," he mumbles, his head tilting up to look at you. his thumb moves down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. your head tilts back, "fuck, i'm gonna cum." "not yet pretty girl," he says denying you, once again.

your hand moves to the top of the seat, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips begin to stutter. "matt, i can't," you whine. "hold on for me, your doing such a good job," he whispers, his hand leaving your hip, tangling itself in your hair.

"fuck, you feel so good," he moans, his hips picking up their pace, slamming up into you. the windows had fogged up, the air in the car humid. he brings your lips down to his, kissing you harshly. his tongue slips into your mouth, his teeth lightly pulling on your bottom lip.

"cum," he states, his thumb moving faster on your clit. the coil in your stomach snapped, causing you to let out a moan, pulling away from his lips as you buried your face in his neck. his hips slammed up into you a few more times before he pulled out, jacking himself off, his cum spilling on your thigh.

"fuck," he whispers, his chest rising and falling. "fuck," he repeats, reaching over to grab a napkin from the glove box. "shit," he mumbles, wiping the cum off of your thigh, throwing it in the backseat.

he lifts you up slightly, pulling his boxers and pants up. he grabs another napkin, cleaning in between your thighs, throwing it in the back.

"did you have fun?" he asks, looking up at you. you giggle, nodding, "yeah?" he asks. "do you want food?" he asks, your head tilting slightly. "what?" he asks, chuckling, "like, did you want to get food, or would you like me to take you home," he clarifies.

"i could go for a burger," you state. "burger king or five guys?" he asks, "five guys," you respond. he smiles, fixing the strap of your top before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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[gracev0609]

I Love You More

Josh X Danny X Y/N

WC: 2.8k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Polyamorous Relationship, Breeding Kink Undertones, Exploration of New Kinks in a Secure and Healthy Relationship, When Loving and Helping Their Partner Turns Into Erotic Lactation.

Please read the warnings, I understand that this won't be everyone's cup of tea!

After parking up the street Josh and Danny walked to their favorite coffee shop. Standing at the specials board they scanned it for all the fun new drinks. Josh already knew what he wanted, it's the same thing he always gets, the same thing Y/N always gets, an iced vanilla chai with oat milk.

“D’ya know what you want?” He asked Danny as he peeled himself away from the chalk board.

“Yes, I'm gonna try the blueberry vanilla latte.”

Opening the door for them both Josh hummed,”hmm, that could be good.”

It was Saturday so the line was fairly long, bangs and clanks and the sounds of steam coming from behind the counter. Danny put his hand flat against the small of Josh's back, leaning down slightly to talk into his ear over all the noise,” I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick, order for me? I want a large blueberry latte.”

“Sounds good love, I'll meet you by the door.”

They separated and Josh went to stand in line, seconds later more people joined the queue behind him. He turned his head slightly, peeking behind him as he waited. The woman directly behind him in line was around his age, if he had to guess, and super pregnant. He couldn't help the way the corners of his lips turned up, he just thought she was adorable. As the line progressed they were shuffled up closer to the front where you could see the case with all the pastries. Josh stifles a giggle when she crowds a little closer to him to see the muffins and scones, and her bag accidentally bumps into his back. She was so cute and she reminded him of Y/N just a few months ago.

“Shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you!” She said from over his shoulder as her purse bumps him again.

Josh turned to face her,” No worries!” He points to the chocolate chip muffin in the case,” That one looks good!’

She points further down,” I was thinking about getting the lemon scone. It sounds so good.”

He notices that she's here by herself as she continues to point out pastries that look delicious. Now he really can't hide the grin on his face as she debates back and forth with herself about the lemon scone or the butter croissant. He decides then to be nice and pay for her order.

“My wife is at home with our little girl. The baby actually wanted to sleep in this morning so Dad was sent to go get the coffee.”

“Oh that's so sweet.” She grins back at him. She opens her mouth to say something else but the barista taking orders interrupts asking Josh for his order.

“Hi, yes. Can I get a large blueberry vanilla iced latte, and two large iced vanilla chais with oat milk. Uhh, 3 butter croissants…” Josh turned his head to the woman he had been chatting with,” You wanted the lemon scone right? What do you want to drink? I'll pay.” He shoots her his million watt smile.

“Oh! Oh my god, you didn't have to do that, are you sure?’

“Of course!”

“Can I get a large vanilla iced coffee, but decaf?”

The barista smiles,”Anything else?’

Josh shook his head no, handing her his card.

As him and the woman he paid for made their way to the pick up area she kept thanking him.

“It wasn't a problem.I just wanted to do something nice today!” He said as he spies Danny walking over to them.

A minute later the barista calls his name out into the cafe and they go to retrieve the drinks. Josh hands her her coffee and she grabs the little bag with her scone in it.

“Thank you again Josh, you're too kind!” She waves goodbye as she makes her way over to a table by the window. Josh hands Danny the flimsy cup carrier, not trusting himself to not accidentally ruin their morning beverages.

Quickly they make their way back to the car and Josh giggles as Danny buckles the coffees into the back seat. They close their doors and Danny starts to speak, his tone playful,” You thought she was cute! That's why you bought her stuff.”

“I mean of course I did. She was adorable.” Josh huffs,” She reminded me of Y/N…”

“I could see that… Y/N always looked so beautiful with Hazel in her belly.”

“So, so beautiful.” He agrees.

Danny giggles,” Okay you little freak stop thinking about how her tummy was all round and heavy and her tits all swollen.”

“What the fuck, that's not fair! I wasn't until you said something!”

A few beats pass, their giggling settling down,Danny speaks softly,” Maybe one day we could have another baby.”

Josh smiles, his eyes soft,” I know we're not ready yet, but I'd like that.” He reaches over, hand squeezing Danny's thigh,” I think she'd like that too.”

Once they got home they spent much of the morning relaxing, eating their coffee shop goodies, and just enjoying each other's company. Josh's eyes were getting heavy as he watched the rhythmic swaying of Hazel in her swing who was also falling asleep at the motion. Every time his eyes drooped his he was nudged awake by his love shifting against him, he could tell she was uncomfortable.

He leaned over kissing her temple,” Are you okay sweetie?”

She shifted again, her hand coming to her chest, pressing against it,” Um. Not really.”

Danny shifted on the couch, sitting up, her discomfort catching his attention,” What's wrong Lovie?”

She sighs, looking at the ceiling avoiding their eyes,” It's been bothering me for a day or two now .I-I think it's a clogged duct. I've tried everything they suggested online, and it still hurts. Everything except one of you helping me.”

Josh placed his hand on her shoulder,” Sweetheart look at me. You can ask us for anything, we'd do anything for you, don't be embarrassed . Especially if you're in pain. Come on, let me help you.”

Josh stood, grabbing her hand, leading her to their bedroom, Danny taking up the rear.

Danny's hands skirt down her arms,” Come, lay on me. Get comfortable.” He gets situated in the mass of pillows at the head of their large bed. She follows suit climbing up in between his legs, before laying back resting her head against his chest. His hands travel the expanse of her exposed skin, warming her up to touch trying to soothe her.

“Which one hurts?”

“The left,’ she mumbles, hand coming up to massage her skin.

Josh kneels on the bed, fingers touching the hem of her oversized tee shirt,” Want to keep this on or off?”

“Off please.” She said softly as Josh and Danny worked together to pull the shirt up over her head.

Josh's hands softly caress her skin, treasuring her,” So… what do I do?”

She melts back into Danny, and he kisses the top of her head. Josh can tell that she's a bit embarrassed,” The article said you suck hard and I'll be able to feel it when it releases.” Covering her face with her hands,”You might get some in your mouth…”

Her cheeks flame and she almost tells him to forget about it but it hurts too much and she's desperate for relief. Gently, Josh pulls her hands from her face,” That's okay, I just want you to feel better. I love you.”

Slowly Josh lowers himself down, his legs intertwined with theirs, his puffs of hot breath tickling her skin. His pink plush lips meet the skin of her sternum, giving her a few kisses before hovering his lips over her nipple. He places a featherlight kiss against the puckering skin. Closing his eyes he wraps his lips around her nipple giving it a suck.

“It's gotta be harder, like sucking a straw.”

He continues, applying harsher pressure. His head jolts back slightly when something sweet and inherently her floods his taste buds.Upon savoring her blood rushes to his groin and he starts to harden in his pants. He plans to continue to suckle until she tells him to stop, he opens his eyes, her head resting on Danny's shoulder relief painting her features. He locks eyes with his Danny, he's seen the look on his face plenty of times. He's turned on. Her knee pushes up, slotting between his legs, applying pressure against his stiffening cock. Josh groans, not expecting it to go this way. He keeps sucking, the way she tastes quickly becoming one of his favorite flavors. Detaching from her nipple she groans and he smiles. Licking the bead of milk that appears as he catches his breath. He latches once again, drinking her down.

Danny reaches down, his hand burying in Josh's curls pushing them back away from his face. He couldn't believe how quickly the scene before him turned more hot than helpful. He knew she could feel him hard against her ass, trying not to be obvious he gently pressed up into her trying to satisfy the ache.

She leans her head back more, kissing the sensitive skin of Danny's neck, hearing his breath hitch she asks,” You good baby?”

He softly clears his throat,” Yeah.. very good.”

Smiling into his neck,” I can tell”

Josh's moan graces his ears and he shivers, he wants relief so badly, but it's not about him right now. It's about her, making sure she feels better.

He peeks over her shoulder and sees Josh totally lost in her, his eyes closed, moans flowing from his mouth, his hips rocking into her knee.

“Love? Could I try?”

“Of course you can.”

She cups Josh's face in her hands,” Hold on baby, Danny wants to try.”

He pulls his head back, lips slick with spit and milk, swollen and pink. He looks delectable. Danny slides out from behind her, stifling a groan when his hard length drags across her skin. Positioning himself over her other breast, but before he can lean down Josh fists his hair, keeping his head back as he connects their lips. Danny immediately moans when he tastes something he doesn't recognize, knowing that it's her.

“Fuck”

Josh releases his hair, noting that his eyes are black with lust. Without hesitation he dips his head down, capturing her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

“Good boy Danny. That's it.” Josh grins, pleased that his partner is enjoying it too. He looks so beautiful with his eyes squeezed shut, mouth moving, gorgeous nose pressed into the supple flesh of her breast.

She reaches for Josh, tugging on him, bringing him back to her. Her hand in his hair,” Want you to drink too.”

His cock twitches, her words affecting him, as he does what she asks.

She shudders, wetness pooling between her legs. Now with both of them suckling she can't help but need to satiate the ache between her legs.

Breathlessly she requests,” Please, finger me together, I need it.”

Without another thought they bring their fingers to her entrance, Josh nudging his in first. Scissoring his fingers stretching them out for Danny.

Softly she moans,” More, please Danny I'm ready.”

Slowly Danny works his fingers in, alongside Josh's. His long fingers curl upwards and Josh's press down. It doesn't take him long to get lost in her, the way she feels and sounds, the way she tastes on his tongue. He thinks to himself that this might be the most erotic thing they've ever done, and they've done a lot. He finds her swollen clit with his thumb, rubbing soft circles over the puffy nub. Immediately she groans clenching around their fingers. He doesn't stop, he wants to get her there, he needs to make her unravel. His cock is pounding in his sweatpants, aching for relief and he's sure he's left a sizable wet spot on the front of them. Not remembering the last time he was this turned on.

Keeping their pace steady it doesn't take her long until the band in her stomach is about to snap. Grinding her hips against their hands she chases her high. One last swirl of Danny's thumb against her clit and she was coming undone, her walls spasming as waves of pleasure blanketed her body.

As she came back down, melting into the mattress they praised her. Kissing her breasts telling her how good she was, how beautiful she looks. Josh turns to Danny, his eyes looking heavy as he begs,” Please baby, let me suck your cock. I wanna taste you so bad.”

He feels another bead of precum form at his tip as Josh begs. He lays down next to her, quickly discarding his sweats as she curls up against him feeling soft and lovey after her orgasm. Swiftly Josh slides in between Danny's thighs as he peers down at his loves impressive cock. He wastes no time leaning down and taking him into his mouth, tongue swirling around his shaft.

“Fuck that feels so good!” He cranes his head back into the pillows, pulling his pretty girl closer to his side needing his hands to have something to ground himself to. His other hand threading itself into Josh's hair, pulling his head further down. His balls tighten when he gags around him. Holding his head there, Josh desperately tries to swallow around him, whining when another gag rips from his throat.

Danny snarls,” That's it baby, gag on it. Choke on my fat cock.”

After one more gag, and tears fall from his watering eyes, he releases his head letting him come back up for air. Grabbing his shaft he frantically tugs on himself, instructing Josh to hold out his tongue. Before he can even warn him that he's cumming he explodes, hot ropes spurting onto his outstretched tongue. Greedily Josh reattaches to his tip, sucking Danny's sweet orgasm into his mouth. His hips buck and a shiver runs down his spine as he sucks him dry, tonguing his slit to get every last drop. He suckles on his tip until Danny's body is shaking, completely overwhelmed. Popping off of him, he lets his cock fall back against his stomach with a soft thud.

“Fuck…,” Josh smiles lazily,” that's my new favorite thing, the way you both taste on my tongue, driving me fucking crazy.”

He crawls back in between her legs, kissing her body, nipping at her soft skin, he yanks his sweatpants down revealing his cock flushed red with neglect. He gives himself a few strokes attempting to satiate his need.

“ Lovie, can I?” His gaze falters and he avoids her eyes,’ Can I drink again? I um, I liked it maybe more than I should.”

She looks him in the eyes, and places her palm flat on Danny's skin to include him in what she's about to say," No baby, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all having a good time, and we all love each other. Expressing our wants and desires is normal and healthy. I love that we can explore new things together.”

Gently he lowers himself down again, getting situated over her body,” I am having fun. You both are having fun too right?”

Both of them agree, hands coming to stroke his body providing a comforting touch. She smiles at him, pulling him close,” Go ahead Joshy, have your fun.”

His lips envelope her nipple once again, sucking her down moaning when she hits his taste buds. His hips start grinding, rubbing his messy leaking cock against her thigh. Pushing and pulling his hips across her soft skin faster and faster as he drips out more clear liquid enabling the perfect glide.

Threading her fingers in his hair,” Are you gonna cum like this Joshy? I want you to.”

He groans around her nipple, grunting out an ‘uhhuh’ as his hips pick up speed. Something about the way she's taking over every one of his senses is quickly driving him to the brink. The bitter saltiness of Danny's pleasure mixing with the sweet nectar of her milk on his tongue is sending his primal urges into overdrive as he meets his final few thrusts. Crying out around her nipple as he pulses wildly, pumping out his load. Cumming more than he ever has before.

Her hands petting his hair back, soothing touch over his back, muttering soft praises telling him how good he is. He nuzzles his face into her chest as his breathing returns to normal.

His voice is quiet, muttering into her skin,” I love you.”

“I love you.”

Danny scoots in closer, nuzzling his face into her neck and intertwining his fingers with Joshs,” Wanna be close to you. ‘M so in love with the both of you.”

She reaches to kiss both of them deeply, sighing contently as she melts back into the pillows knowing everyone is safe and loved here.

Learning things about yourself and your partners is one of the coolest most precious things about being in a relationship. Finding things you and your partner enjoy is so special, embrace it with love.

[suygetsuu]

MasterChef Australia: A Delicious Adventure Filled with Heart and Imagination 🍽️✨

MasterChef Australia is this legendary cooking competition that has completely dominated our screens since it first premiered in 2009. It's an entire mood! Drawing from the iconic British MasterChef, this series unites enthusiastic amateur cooks from across Australia, competing fiercely in diverse culinary challenges for the coveted title of MasterChef. Every season, a bunch of talented folks from all walks of life gather to face off in epic cooking battles, all chasing that dream title of MasterChef.

It all kicks off with auditions, where aspiring chefs showcase their iconic dishes to the panel of judges. Only the truly impressive make it to the semi-finals, where things really start to get intense. Competitors dive into a whirlwind of challenges that push their cooking skills, creativity, and ability to thrive in high-pressure situations to the limit. With the wild twists of the Mystery Box challenges, the nail-biting Pressure Tests, and the epic Team Challenges, each episode is a rollercoaster of thrills and tension.

The panel of judges on MasterChef Australia is definitely one of its most impressive aspects. Throughout its run, the show has featured a lineup of incredible judges, and right now, we've got Andy Allen, Poh Ling Yeow, Sofia Levin, and Jean-Christophe Novelli bringing their expertise to the table. The judges totally bring their A-game with mad culinary skills and a charm that lights up the whole show, giving the contestants some seriously valuable feedback and mentorship vibes. Their vibes and real love for food bring a whole new level of richness to the series (MasterChef 2024).

What really makes MasterChef Australia stand out is the touching narratives and the heartfelt experiences of the contestants. Fans get to experience the rollercoaster of the competition, from the thrill of nailing a flawless dish to the gut-wrenching moment of being sent home. The series really nails it when it comes to showcasing the individual journeys and aspirations of the contestants, making it super relatable and easy to cheer for their victories. It’s more than just cooking; it’s the fire, the commitment, and the grit that these amateur chefs pour into their kitchens.

OMG, the 2024 season is giving us life! Like, 22 super-talented contestants and a whole new vibe with four judges? I can't even! This is going to be epic! This season’s champion, Nat Thaipun, a barista hailing from Victoria, totally impressed the judges with her creative dishes and amazing cooking skills. Josh Perry, the runner-up and a butcher from Tasmania, totally slayed it with his impressive performances all through the competition. Honestly, this season has been such a wild ride. Every episode hits differently with surprises and moments that just stick with you forever (MasterChef 2024).

MasterChef Australia has sparked a wave of spin-offs like Celebrity MasterChef, Junior MasterChef, and MasterChef: The Professionals, solidifying its status as a cherished staple in reality TV. If you're into food, dreaming of being a chef, or just enjoying some intense competition, MasterChef Australia is where drama, creativity, and inspiration collide most deliciously.

References

MasterChef 2024, ‘MasterChef (AUS)’, MasterChef Wiki, Fandom, Inc., viewed 2 October 2024, <https://masterchef.fandom.com/wiki/MasterChef_(AUS)>.

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AU!! [ I don't remember if I already sent this rip ] ( → @drolliic )

( → send me ‘au!’ and i will. ramble about an au— !! no longer accepting )

{ okay so this time, i'll be talking about a fresh idea for an AU/verse i've been having in the back of my mind lately!

so my joshua specifically is in a relationship with his native hanek/oma. they're essentially married at this point, and if it weren't for one of them being dead— among other things, like them overseeing a whole ward of two hundred and twenty-one thousand-some people— they definitely would've at least considered going for a partnership certificate when those started being issued.

which brings us to the AU: joshua hasn't died. he has lived through the rest of his 20s, and has since spent the better part of his 30s helping run Wildkat as either a cat café or board game café*. given that he practically co-owns it and thus can act however he pleases, he actually enjoys running the place, and ensures that it has actually some semblance of a regular operating schedule while his partner's all tied up with his work as CAT.

while it's absolutely not the kind of life he'd envisioned for himself back then, it's a wonderful one— even as bad as his mental state can get oftentimes. he's a pretty saucy barista as you can expect, but he's chatty and if you don't mind the bite, he's more than down for conversation with customers. he also doesn't really mind if you just want to hang around and drink some coffee while you do work, so long as you don't cause a fuss.

joshua's also relaxed somewhat with his investigations with the UG; having become content just observing it casually and calmly coexisting alongside it. he does keep track of Reapers and Players, though, and on the occasions they come to the café he jumps at the chance to talk with them. he and sanae provide them with a space to process their existences in the underground, to make peace with them, and perhaps reflect on their life and their motivations.

* specifics, in the case of a—

cat café:

joshua would definitely need regular help in this scenario, and i actually enjoy the idea of any of the hachiko kids working part-time at the café, perhaps undergoing their respective character developments without, ah, canon's traumatizing circumstances.

he and his sanae would likely name the cats after figures within their respective interests; for example, there's one named ranpo and another named taki (after taki/183).

board game café:

joshua also acts as the café's board game guide, and his enthusiasm really shows when he's teaching customers how to play.

they do stock the most well-known board games in the mainstream like monopoly, but joshua will intensely judge you if you request those he thinks are horribly designed, most especially monopoly.

[gretavanbear]

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thursday passed by like the speed of light, you focused on your homework and basically stayed in bed all day. you had not talked to the boys today, at all, not because you didn't want to but because you needed this homework done. it was that damn needing-to-always-be-early thing. your essay was due in five days and you were already done. in a way it was a good thing, because it made you very productive.

to treat yourself you decided to take yourself out for a little coffee. it was six pm and the sun was setting, the fall weather really coming in now. you dressed warm, with a big wool sweater and some comfortable leggings. the coffee shop was only about a seven minute walk due to being on campus, closest to your dorm.

as you step in, the smell of coffee is immediately comforting, the barista immediately recognizing you. you come here often, and it was so surprise she knew your name.

"hey, [y/n], right?" she smiles. she places her hands on the register as you walk over to her.

"yeah! hi!" you greet her with a smile. she had short hair and brown eyes, a smaller figure with a ton of energy. she was always super kind to you when you came to do some work.

"i'm alice. i don't think i ever introduced myself." she smiles, happiness pours out of her and it's so comforting. this whole place is amazing.

"so, one chai latte coming up!" she beams as she punches it into the system, the little ticket printing out as you pay for the coffee with your phone- not realizing you had an unopened text until now.

"by the way" alice begins, her voice low. you turn your attention to her as you look into hazel eyes, and she smiles softly. "there's a boy who asked what your order was earlier, i dont know you or him but it looks like he really likes you" she smiles. you gasp softly, your mind immediately drifting to jake shyly asking for your drink at the counter.

"i don't think so..." you say, as she hands you the warm mug.

"from what i saw.. definitely" she confirms and you smile softly. thanking her and sitting at a table in the back. you put on your headphones and click on your favourite playlist, as you doodle in your notebook.

jake: Hey, [y/n], have you started working on the essay?

you: yes! well, i'm done haha

jake: You're done? The whole thing?

you: yeahhh....

jake: I was going to ask if we could work on it together.

jake: But you're done

you: we can still work on it! i'll help you, we can work on it after class tomorrow?

jake: Yes, please.

and before you can actually focus on what you're drawing, you realize it's jake and josh, directing a movie together.

-

you woke up extra early this thursday morning, and wanted to dress super cute since fall was your favourite season. layers and comfy sweaters was your thing. you wore some tights with a skirt on top of them, a black sweater with a white turtleneck underneath. for shoes, you put your docs on with some thick socks. you had jake and josh on your mind since last night; thoughts of what they'd be wearing today, what you were going to talk about. you even did your makeup, wanting to feel extra pretty for some reason. the thought of seeing them both simply making you so giddy.

you walk into the classroom and your eyes immediately search for them, their brown eyes and soft smiles look for you as well and you quickly walk over to them. as you arrive to the row where they're sat, you realize they left an empty seat between them. you offer a soft smile as you walk closer, and your heart beat quickens.

to sit between them you need to basically pass over jake's lap, and the thought makes you incredibly nervous as you wore a pretty short skirt. you finally reach their seats and greet them, then awkwardly trip over your own feet and land on jake's lap. your whole ass is pressed up against his crotch and he gasps in response. you can't help but feel something against you and you push the thought away immediately.

"fuck- sorry- i'm clumsy" your face burns up as his hand reaches your back. you hide your face for a couple of seconds as you realize what just happened.

"are you alright?" he asks you as you stand up, embarrassed. his cheeks are red and his lips are dark. you nod slowly and sit down in your seat, wanting to hide yourself from the world. you ignore him for a couple seconds as you try not to die from embarrassment; digging through your bag as you grab your computer and pull it out, placing it on the little table attached to the seat.

"you look really pretty today" josh smiles, placing his hand on your shoulder. he wore a white long sleeve with lined grey pants and some white vans. he looked very adorable.

"thank you, josh" you smile, looking down and playing with the hem of your skirt, the feeling of your heart beating hard in your chest making you feel so embarrassed still.

you feel jake shift in his seat and clear his throat, biting his lip as he turns on his computer. your eyes drift to the post-it you left a couple days ago; and how he taped it down onto the cold material of the computer so it wouldn’t be able to move.

the feeling of shame fills you as you’ve probably made him uncomfortable, and you want to cry. your eyes begin to fill with tears as you clear your throat and your fingers shake slightly against your keyboard, typing in your password. you feel jake’s eyes on you as he raises his arm to level it with yours, his hand caressing yours for a couple of seconds.

“it’s okay” he says softly, his eyes reassuring you instantly. it's almost as if he could read your thoughts, know how you feel. you nod slowly but drift your eyes away from him, the feeling still being so present.

-

your class was over and you didn't speak much to either one of them, which upset you a little. the excitement you felt this morning ruined by your stupid clumsiness.

josh had another class so it was just you and jake. you said your goodbyes to josh as he left and shifted your attention to jake, who was smiling softly at you. unfortunately, the coffee shop was closed today due to their shipment not coming in and they were completely out of stock.

"we can.. go to my dorm.. if you want" you suggest hesitantly, but your crush on jake was not going away and you felt comfortable with him; but also the guilt from earlier making you really want to help him with his homework.

"are you sure, [y/n]? don't do this because of earlier" he says softly, his eyes giving you a worried look as his hand makes its way to your shoulder. you shake your head 'no'.

"it's okay. i trust you, lets go because it's getting cold" you chuckle and he smiles, following you to your dorm room on the other side of campus. he walks close to you, his arm brushing against yours a couple of times which send butterflies all inside your stomach.

as you reach the door of your dorm room, you unlock the door and let him in first; he walks past you and smiles as he sees the way you decorated and personalized the room. you had a tiny radio next to your bed, black fluffy sheets and black pillows. you had hung up fake plants and fairy lights to the ceiling; giving the dead room some life. you had a dark grey rug on the floor next to a little beanbag where you did your class assigned readings. there was a pile of books on your desk next to your bed, and a notebook with your doodles inside.

“why film?” he asks, turning to you as his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“well, i just find it so interesting. the entire process of creating a movie is fascinating to me.” you respond, a small smile creeps on your lips.

“do you want to be a director or producer?” he questions you, wanting to know everything. he sits on your bed, closest to the wall.

you sit on the other side of your bed, resting your back against the cold wall. “uhm- well, i don’t think so. those jobs make you be the boss of people and i’ve always been sort of a background character so-“

“not to me.” he smiles, opening his computer. the words that come out of his mouth causes your cheeks to burn, and you want to push his computer and kiss him, right now. but the thought that he might not feel the same way holds you back.

"are you okay if i put some music on while we work? it just helps me focus" you say shyly and he nods right away, watching you as you plug in your phone to the little radio and press your favourite playlist, then sitting next to jake as you look over his essay. he already had two paragraphs written which surprised you.

as you lean towards him, your head is inches from his shoulder while you read his work, your fingers scrolling on the trackpad of the computer placed on his lap. the fact that your hand is so close to his.. it makes you very nervous- him sucking in his breath doesn't help either. the smell of his musky cologne doesn't help, because it's so sexy. it was hard to focus on the homework as he was right there, in your room, in your bed. and you wanted him bad. but the fear held you back- the fear that he didn't think of you this way.

you decided to walk jake back to his dorm room, he had advanced himself greatly on his essay which made you really happy. you could tell it made him happy too since we already had a lot more homework from other classes. he shows you which building is his and lets you in before him.

the door opens and reveals josh working at the desk in the corner of the room. you look at how they've decorated- posters on the walls, they had matching burgundy sheets on the bed. the thing that caught your eye first though, was the electric guitar next to the desk.

"hi josh! guitar!!!!" you say excitedly. you turn to jake who is now behind you, he chuckles a little. "yours?" you ask and he nods.

"hi, [y/n]" josh smiles, turning the chair from the desk towards you. he stands up and walks over, giving you a small hug. as his arms wrap around you- the musky vanilla scent rubs off and your heart flutters at how.. comforting he feels. if you could describe josh in one word; it'd be soft. or.. sunshine?

and jake... jake was the moon, the opposite of his brother. he was soft, for sure, but dark. the darkness is what intrigued you- what you wanted to know more about.

"did you get your homework done, jakey?" josh looks up at his brother as he settles on the bed which is placed on the left of the room, jake sits on the right bed. you decide to steal josh's previous spot at their desk. you set down your keys on the desk as you sit down.

"he made a lot of progress" you smile, answering for him. jake nods and looks at his brother for approval. josh stares at his brother proudly, then writes something down on his little notebook which was on the bed. the desk was close enough for you to see what he wrote.

'i've got love in my heart, for an army apart, i am bleeding'

though you don't understand anything from what he meant by that; the action makes you smile. you wonder what inspired josh to write that; and seeing the proud look he gave his brother makes you feel all warm inside.

"i'm really happy to see the progress you made, jake" you smile and he thanks you, taking out his computer and placing it on his bed. "i'm gonna head back, i'm pretty tired" you can't help but yawn, getting up and saying your goodbyes to the pretty boys who swam your thoughts all day long. jake opens his mouth to respond but josh cuts him off.

"let me walk you out, [y/n]" he says kindly and you nod, watching him open the door and leading you down the stairs. as you reach the front glass doors of the dorm, josh grabs your hand softly. he pulls you closer to him, your back against the wall as you look up at him. you feel your heartbeat quicken as his brown orbs stare down into you.

"i like you" he says softly and you can't breathe, this can't be real.

"y-you do?" your whole body feels numb, the air is thin as he's so close, his face inches away from yours as his arms are on each side of your body. he nods slowly, leaning in...

his lips crash into yours softly, the feeling driving you wild, they're so soft, and warm. he kisses you so sweetly- almost as if he's afraid you'll break under his touch. you kiss him back, your hands making their way to the back of his neck and into his soft curly hair. he presses his body against yours, the wall making it so you can't go anywhere but closer to him.

once he pulls away, you breathe out harshly to catch your breath- in complete shock. he backs up from you as the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs startles the both of you. he bites his bottom lip nervously has his hand rubs the back of his neck- mustering up the courage to ask you something.

"[y/n], would you like to get a drink with me tomorrow night?" he asks, his voice soft and shy. you waste no second to nod, offering a small smile. he smiles back, giving you a small hug before you leave.

"[y/n]! you forgot your keys." jake runs down the stairs, handing them off to you quickly, his eyes examining you and josh who's completely flushed. he gives a puzzled expression to his brother before saying goodnight to you, offering a little wave before you walk away.

your thoughts filled with the feeling of josh's lips against yours.

{@emojakekiszka @sarakay-gvf , @positivegvfthings @milkgemini @gretavanfleas @spark-my-nature @whorefourjakekiszka @maddie-van-fleet @rachiekiszkaadmin @lo-pe-ak @lek-gvf @theweightofjake @rad-space-princess @gretavanval }

[stardustbarbarians]

It'd Be Safest If You Ran

A Josh Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: A serial killer was loose in your town, but fear wasn't your reaction.

Tags: serial killer au (which means: blood, knives, talk of killing) implied obsessive behavior, smut MDNI (frottage, unprotected sex) blood kink, masochism, sadism, degradation

Trigger Warnings: as mentioned above: blood, knives, talk of killing (I restrained myself from going into detail I promise)

Words: 2.6 k

A/N: And to think this all started because of Highway Tune Josh

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There was a serial killer loose in your town. If you were anyone else, that might strike some fear into your heart.

Even more concerning was the fact that this killer seemed to target girls fitting your description.

You didn’t care.

Well, that wasn’t true. You did care, just not in the way you should.

See, you didn’t care about your life being in danger. You cared about this in the way it made you want to find this killer and fuck him while he covered you in your own blood.

That’s how, by some insane logic of yours, you ended up roaming the streets of your town pretending to be drunk in the hopes that the killer would find you. Your ankles were in pain from stumbling around in your heels and your skin had goosebumps all over it from the cold night air hitting your exposed skin, of which there was a lot of.

However, it seemed your plans were destined to fail.

“Woah, it’s not safe to be out this late,” someone - a man - called out to you from the front steps of his house. You looked over to see a face you recognized. It was the barista who worked at the coffee shop you were a patron of. His name was John, or something like that. He was in plaid pajama bottoms and wore no shirt, something you never knew you wanted to see until that moment.

“Jus’ walkin’ home,” you slurred out, waving the familiar face off.

“Mama, there’s a serial killer on the loose! I can’t let you wander around in good conscience,” he pressed, walking down off his porch and onto the sidewalk.

“I'm fine…” you giggle, raising your hands in the air in a carefree manner. You watched as the guy from the coffee shop’s eyes darted down to your legs, the hem of your dress inching up as you raised your arms.

He seemed to be transfixed momentarily, his warm brown eyes not moving from your skin for a good few seconds. You never really noticed until now, but the coffee shop guy was actually pretty as all hell. He had long, curly eyelashes that gave him a feminine look that contrasted with his beautifully chiseled jawline.

He wet his petal pink full lips before speaking again. “L-Let me walk you home.”

It was you who approached him, throwing your arms around his neck as you “tripped” into him. He let out a startled “Woah!” before his hands came to rest on your hips. They were warm.

“How… How about you invite me inside, pretty boy,” you slurred into his ear, sultry and seductive.

There was no missing the strained groan that slipped past those perfect lips, a product of you wiggling your hips slightly against his crotch.

“Uhh…” he cleared his throat, his voice cracking, “Are you sure, mama? You don’t know me.”

“You're the barista who remembers my order, I know who you are,” you purr, the fake lisp out of your words as you drop the drunk act.

At this, he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “You recognize me?”

“Of course I do… mama.”

That seemed to convince him. With one final relenting whine, he pulled you into his house, kicking the door shut behind him with a loud slam!

You were pleasantly surprised as he slammed you against the wall, eating up the mewl you let out right out of your mouth. He wasn’t gentle as he threaded his fingers into your hair, his other hand gripping bruises into the flesh of your hip. With the grip in your hair, he yanked your head to the side to expose your neck.

He assaulted your neck like a starved dog would a filet of fresh beef. There was no set pattern as the man lathered your skin with his tongue, the skin rolling in between his teeth as he gnawed at it. He was biting down hard enough to feel deep indentations with his tongue. He’s not ashamed to admit the mere feeling of those teeth marks sent shivers across each inch of skin he had.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan out, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your neck enough to make arousal pool between your legs. Your own hands found their way into his hair, the mass of curls soft under your vice grip.

Your moans got even whinnier as he shoved his leg between your thighs. He didn’t speak when he commanded you to grind on his leg, instead he used his grip on you to force you to do just that until you got the hint yourself.

Your neck felt hot when he detached from it, his breathing heavy and eyes blown wide from lust. “That’s it, mama. Hump my leg like the bitch in heat you are.”

The degradation went straight to your pussy, electricity joltoing through your entire nervous system at his words. In response, you let out a sharp cry.

“You were out looking for trouble tonight, weren’t you?” he growled.

He began rocking his leg up and down, adding so much delicious friction to your clit.

“You were out there hoping that serial killer would choose you next, weren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer, the pleasure you were experiencing causing all coherent thought to evacuate your mind.

“Answer me!”

“Yes! Oh- FUCK! I was!”

He let out a dark chuckle that sent chills across your skin, his leg still rocking up and down. Suddenly, that warm smile you saw almost every morning while ordering coffee didn’t seem so sunny and warm. No, it was deranged and calculated. You liked it better that way.

“Well, guess what, mama? It’s your lucky day…”

Abruptly, he stopped moving his leg and his hand left your hip. It was as if you blinked and then there was a switchblade pressed against your neck, using the grip he had in your hair to yank your head back and fully expose your neck.

“You found just who you were looking for.”

Without any warning at all, he removed all contact with you save for the hold on your hair. It was by that grip in your hair that he dragged you down to his basement, no regard for your safety as you had no choice but to follow him.

It was when he was on the last few steps that he let go of your hair. Well, “let go” is relative. Some might say that he threw you down onto the concrete ground so hard that your knees would be bruised for weeks, but it’s all about perspective. For instance, your perspective at that moment was the ground moving beneath your eyes as he gripped the back of your dress and hauled you over to where a bare mattress was stationed at the center of the room.

“You’re such a fucking whore, strutting around like a piece of perfect bait, hoping that a killer would make you his next victim,” he growled, tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed mothing.

Once you were sprawled out onto the mattress, he manhandled you to your knees. There was no way to prepare for what he was about to do next.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded, your head tipped all the way back as you looked down the point of his knife.

Not one to disobey a direct order, you do as you’re told. Once you opened your mouth, you felt cold metal press against your lips: the knife.

Your initial reaction was to recoil, but his hand on the top of your head prevented you from moving away too much. However, it didn’t stop you from moving completely and soon you felt a stinging pain on your bottom lip. Soon after, warm liquid dripped sluggishly down your chin. You didn’t have to see it to know that it was blood.

However, he felt the need to show you that you were bleeding. With the hand that was holding the knife, he swiped his thumb across your chin, smearing the blood on your skin. You could smell it as he lifted his hand away from your chin, bringing his thumb up to his eye level and turning it side to side in order to fully look at it. He was gazing upon it in a revering manner. To him, your blood was something to be worshiped. That revelation made lust shoot through your veins.

Keeping the blood on his thumb, he returns to his prior task of putting the knife against your lips. You didn’t have to be told to open your mouth, something that pleased him very much. Gently, he began pushing the knife back and forth into your mouth, the tip of it grazing the roof of your mouth. You were unprepared for the sharp and sudden pain that struck you and tears began swelling in your eyes. It wasn’t until they fell that he retracted the knife.

“You’re a pretty crier, mama,” he purred, swiping the tears from your temple with the same thumb coated in your blood.

You groaned at the praise, the blood from your upper palate coating your tongue with that sweet yet potent metallic tang.

“God, John…” you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut at the touch. However, he stopped moving his thumb.

“What did you just call me?” There was an edge to his voice that could cut diamond.

You hesitated. Wasn’t that his name? “J-John?”

He chuckled darkly, his amusement never reaching his eyes.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never be able to forget my name.”

His icy tone sent a chill down your spine. It wasn’t because of the temperature of his words but rather from arousal.

Within the blink of an eye, he used the knife to cut away your dress and bra, both articles of clothing being ripped off of you. He planted his hand right between your breasts and pushed you down on the mattress to lay horizontally.

Using the knife, he gently traced the line of your lacy underwear from your hips all the way to your vagina, the ticklish sensation and the danger making goosebumps raise against your skin. He slipped it under the material, moving it to the side before he removed his pajama pants and boxers.

He didn’t give you any warning before plunging into you, the girth of him making your muscles scream from lack of preparation. Luckily, you were wet enough that he was able to slip in rather seamlessly.

“More,” you mewl, your fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders and back. Your plea caused him to chuckle, genuine amusement sparking in his eyes this time.

“I knew nothing would beat the real thing,” he cryptically muttered, moving a piece of your hair out of your eyes.

“Huh?” If your brain wasn’t a cloud of lust, you might’ve been able to put two and two together yourself.

“None of the other girls were perfect enough. They were too different, no matter how many physical traits you shared,” he explained.

It was as if someone had given you a shot of lust. Your entire body thrummed with it, your nerves setting alight.

“You’re the archetype, and darling are you living up that role.”

Finally, he began driving his hips into yours, causing all the air to leave your lungs. There were stars in your vision as he shoved into you relentlessly. Surging up, you bring his lips down into yours. He involuntarily groaned at the taste of the blood still seeping out of the wound he gave you earlier.

Using this knowledge, you remove your lips from his and lick a stripe up from his jugular notch between his clavicles all the way back to his lips. It gave you the results you hoped for, a particularly harsh thrust.

Your moans were coming out in staccato bursts that matched with each thrust into you. You were slowly making your way towards climax, but there was an exponential spike towards orgasm as he used his fingers to palm at your clit. Instantly, you let out a sharp cry of pleasure at the sparks that came from his touch.

“That’s it, mama. Go ahead and scream.” he growled into your ear, his hot breath ghosting against it as he panted.

Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge, he stopped entirely. Frustrated and confused, you let out an indignant sound. Needing the friction back, you began fucking yourself on his cock. This produced another darkly delighted chuckle from him.

“What kind of host would I be if I didn’t give you the full experience?”

Sitting back on his haunches, he twirled the knife between his fingers. There was a sadistic glint in his eyes as he raked them over your exposed flesh.

That’s when he gripped onto your neck. “You might not want to move for this one, mama.”

Because of his hold on you, you had no choice but to heed that suggestion. Still, you nodded to show you understood.

Stinging pain seared the skin of your stomach above your left hip. You didn’t have to look down to know that he was cutting into your flesh. The pain from his blade as well as the feeling of your blood slowly trickling out added fuel to the flames of your arousal. The hand on your throat made it hard for you to make noise, but that didn’t stop you from attempting to moan.

Your fingernails dug into the flesh of his forearm as you became lightheaded, your vision becoming fuzzy. Just as you feared you were about to pass out was when he released his hold on you. It took you a moment to realize that he had finished carving into your skin as the oxygen reinflated your lungs.

You finally looked down at his modification to your body, making you want to cum right then and there when you realized what he did. Etched into your skin was his name: Josh.

Josh, knowing he had your full attention, dipped his fingers into the beads of blood dripping out of you and slipped them into his mouth as he maintained eye contact.

“Josh,” you whined out, his eyes fluttering in pleasure. Whether it was from you finally saying his name or from the taste of your blood on his tongue, you didn’t know. Either way, it caused his hips to stutter forward into you.

“Say it again,” he commanded, taking the blood coated knife and pressing it against the skin of your neck.

You repeated it, screaming his name like it was a plea. Finally he began thrusting into you again. You didn’t hold back, you screamed out in pleasure and repeated his name over and over like it was a holy mantra.

It wasn’t until you felt the flesh of your neck split open that you came, screaming out Josh’s name as you did. Josh kept going, driving into you at a pulverizing tempo.

Wanting to help him, you gripped the back of his curls and yanked his head down towards you. The inside of your mouth was still bleeding as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, Josh groaning out at the taste. His pace became irregular, the only warning you got before he growled into your mouth as he painted your insides with his cum.

The both of you panted as you tried to catch your breath, sweat coating every inch of each other’s skin.

“You look so beautiful covered in blood,” he admitted with complete admiration.

“Feel free to cover me in blood anytime you want, Josh.”

Immediately his face lit up. “Are you serious?”

You nod sleepily, all the adrenaline seeping out of your open wounds.

“Mama, you’ll be the death of me,” he whined, pulling out of you at last.

You giggle at that. “I hope so.”

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[joshuas]

henlo <3 may i ask for your thoughts on barista joshua 🥺?

hiii thank you so much for coming!! barista!josh is such a cute concept ily for sending me this :(

sleepover night (400 followers event)! let’s talk about your faves!

☆ literally the cliche new barista at the campus cafe - kind, friendly, handsome, you name it.

☆ he has one of those smiles (yk his crescent eye smile :(( ) that makes your heart skip a beat </3

☆ he greets customers with that smile, he gets tips instantaneously

☆ the type of barista to offer his least favourite drink on the menu to people he dislikes but not have the guts to tell them that their order sucks </3

☆ he wears those white button-ups with the sleeves rolled up, jeins on full display (i'm ILL don't mind me)

☆ he's probably a massive flirt too

☆ the moment he sees you, his flirty resolve probably becomes a nervous mess, though <3

☆ he's literally stumbling over his words, meanwhile you, the sleep deprived student are trying to get your caffeine fix before class and are this close to snapping bc you don't have time for this </3

☆ and when he notices your slight annoyance he starts apologising </3 and you're just like it's okay!! and grab your coffee and head out, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach

☆ he probably does that cliche thing and writes his number on your coffee cup saying he'd like to apologise for being so not suave that morning and pay for your coffee the next morning alksfksfd he's a walking cliche don't mind me </3

☆ and who are you to turn down free coffee

☆ probably has a side gig (besides being a vet school student - he works at the cafe to pay for that tuition) of being in a band

☆ when the cafe hosts their karaoke nights, they always perform, literally showing up any other act

☆ and maybe one night one of your friends drag you to that and you see him like ??? that's the guy that messed around with your coffee??? turns out serving coffee is his only vice, everything else INCLUDING singing, he's good at. unfair </3

☆ he's just a multi-talented kinda cliche dude and honestly valid for not being able to deal with that fact </3

"so is sunday morning the only song you know?" you approached the counter, mind still reeling over last night's concert where joshua randomly surprised you with the fact that he can sing?

"huh?" joshua looked up wide-eyed as you reached the counter he was wiping down.

"your bandmates all groaned when it was your turn for karaoke. something about you singing it too much? jeonghan told me that if the words 'sunday morning' aren't your kid's first words, then his entire world will mean nothing... which seems like an exaggeration. also! you always hum the tune to it when you make my coffees in the morning." you explained.

"well, i just don't see how it matters?" joshua stopped cleaning, staring at you confusedly.

"of course it matters! do you really want to doom your children to a life of listening to sunday morning?"

"sunday morning isn't a bad song!" he defended.

you held your hand up, "i was so distressed by this fact that i took the liberty to make you a playlist myself. these are all the songs i'm currently obsessed with and i think would suit your voice quite well." you held up your phone, quickly texting the link to him.

"17 by pink sweat$? there are an awful lot of ballads here." he raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"i- i just think you could sing them well." you stuttered, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks heated up.

"okay well, expect to be serenaded with one of these songs soon, sunday morning anti." he chuckled, setting up the coffee machine to make your usual.

"sunday morning anti... oh my god."

[kissthesungvf]

Chapter two!!

Warnings / notes:

some slight angst, swearing, real sad people hours lol

Word count: 3k

Part One | Pretender

It Takes Two

Who’s Crying Now?

At exactly 7:30 a.m. on a rainy Saturday morning, Josh's alarm rang. He quickly sat up, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, chest heaving as if he had just been forcefully ripped from the perfect dream. It had been a long restless night full of tossing and turning, his thoughts of Presley seeping their way into his dreams. He rubbed his eyes, letting out a sigh. He knew what he had to do, what he needed to say as he stood from his bed, making his way to his bathroom.

He stood, staring at himself at the mirror, muttering the words "This is it." under his breath.

Across town, Presley had already been up for two hours as she found herself unable to fall back asleep when she had first woken at 5 a.m. She took her time getting ready, putting much more thought and effort into her hair and makeup, which she hardly ever did. She picked out a baby blue dress that wrapped around her body, falling just above her knees, hugging the curves her body just right. Looking over her appearance one last time, she sighed lightly as she reached for her phone.

'Mind if I come in a bit later this morning? Theres something I need to take care of' She texted to her co-worker, Deb.

'Yea no problem, kid' the screen of her phone lit with response from Deb as she spritzed herself a few times with her favorite perfume.

She let out a small sigh of relief as she turned the bathroom light off, gathering her bag from the chair in the corner of her room. She noticed the album still sticking out from her bag, a small smile forming on her face as she took the it from her bag, setting it atop her dresser making a mental note to place it with the rest of her vinyl collection later.

"Whats got you all .." Her roommate, Alex, said gesturing her hands towards Presley as she walked into their kitchen, setting her bag on the counter.

"All what?" Presley asked, knowing she was not doing as good of a job hiding her emotions as she had thought.

"Like you're about to cry" Alex laughed, "unless you are.. and in that case, whose ass do I need to beat?" She finished in a more serious note.

"I'm not going to cry, and there's no one to beat up," Presley started, reaching for a granola bar from the cabinet. "Just a long day of work ahead of me.." She lied.

"Tell me about it.." Alex retorted as she closed her lunchbox. "I'll be at the hospital all day for clinicals, but please let me know if anyone needs there ass beat." She jests, gathering her own things from the counter.

"I will." Presleys said cracking a genuine smile for the first time that morning.

'Promise?"

"Promise."

With that the two girls went their separate ways. Presley sat in her car for a little longer than usual before turning the key, blankly staring out in front of her. She thought of all the possible outcomes of what she was about to do, or rather attempt. The knot grew in her stomach as she began her drive towards Josh's apartment. What if he didn't feel the same? What if my confession ruins the friendship? She thought over and over, as the minutes passed. Every red-light felt like a million years as she sat and waited, mind racing.

Josh began his drive towards the record shop, making sure to make his first stop at the local coffee shop Presley was so fond of. His own uneasy thoughts ate at him as he stood, waiting to order. I can't lose her. I can't give this up. He thought as the barista behind the counter called out for him.

"Sir?" The young lady behind the counter called again, finally grabbing Josh's attention as the people behind him huffed.

"Uh, yea sorry.." He apologized, following up with Presley's usual order.

He stood, frantically checking the time on his phone every few seconds while waiting for the coffee. Nervously rocking back and forth on his heels another barista called out his order and he wasted no time grabbing the to-go cup, making his way out of the cafe, hurrying his way through the light drizzle of rain.

To his luck, the coffee shop and florist were on the same busy street as the record store. He quickly entered the vibrantly colored store, overcome by the sweet smell of various flower and plants.

"Hi, how can I help you?" an elder woman greeted appearing from the back of the store.

"Baby's breath? Like a bouquet of it? Do you have any?" He asked as he frantically looked around at all the different flower arrangements, clutching the coffee cup in his hands.

"Yes, we do." She smiled waling over to the corner of the store to the multiple pots containing all different types of flowers.

He let out a sigh of relief watching as she held up a handful of the white flowers before asking, “This what you're looking for?"

"Yes!" He smiled nervously, setting the coffee down on the counter and reaching for his wallet.

He quickly paid and made his exit, heading for the record store. His heart raced as he practically jogged to the store, entering only to be met by Deb.

"Oh hi, Joshua." The older women smiled at him, raising her brow as she noticed the items in his hands.

"Oh, hey Deb..i-is Presley around?" He asked with a small smile, his heart pounding.

"Actually, she said she’d be in a bit late today, said she had something to take care.." She said, resuming her work behind the counter, "Everything okay?" She asked noticing the distraught look that overcame his face.

"Um yea," He began, walking towards the counter, setting the flowers and coffee atop the glass, "Just really need to talk to her is all.." He confessed, a feeling of defeat washing over him.

"Well she should be in soon.." Deb consoles, but he couldn’t help but to feel as if it was all ruined. Josh had always been particular about every little thing, he wanted things to be perfect, but Presley not being present was putting a hold in his plan.

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Presley sucked in sharp breath as she built up the courage to knock on the door of Josh's apartment. She contemplated if she should even go through with it, she had lived with it this long..what was a few more months while they were touring?

She began to lose hope in herself and her plan, finally deciding to turn and head back towards her car when the door opened.

"Presley?" a familiar voice asks, but not the familiar voice she had been looking for.

"Oh, hi Jake.." She smiled nervously turning back around, her hands gripping tightly onto the crossbody strap of her purse.

"Whats up? Why are you here?" He asked through a smile.

"Oh, I um..I was actually looking for Josh.." She said.

"Oh he's not her at the moment.." Jake began,

"Oh really? Thats okay.. i-it can wait.. I'm sure I'll see him around.." She fumbled over the words.

Jake noticed the distress spread across her face, worried something had happened between the two. He thought it maybe not the best idea to tell her that Josh had went to find her this morning seeing as she already seemed upset enough.

"Oh okay, well I'll let him know you stopped by if you want?" He asked as she began to slowly turn around again.

"No, no its okay, I'll text him." She lied with a small smile before finally turning completely around and heading for her car.

She huffed, frustrated with herself once back in the comfort of her car, squeezing her eyes shut, throwing her head back against the head rest.

Just as she's about to place the key into the ignition her phone lit up with a text from Deb,

'Josh was here looking for you this morning.' the text message read, causing Presleys heart to pound.

'I'm on my way!' she sent back, quickly starting her car, heading for the record shop.

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By the time she arrived, out of breath from practically sprinting into the store and half soaked from the rain, Josh is no where to be seen. Deb sent her a concerned look as she looked up from the cash register, preoccupied by customer.

"Where is he?" She whispered as Deb finishes up with the young man at the counter.

"He left just a few minutes ago, he looked upset.. did something happen with you guys? He brought you flowers and coffee.." She said, backing up from the counter revealing the bouquet of baby's breath and the to-go coffee cup in the compartment of the counter.

Presleys heart flipped, immediately seeming to know what Josh had come in for.

"Well I would hurry..he couldn't have gotten that far.." Deb smiled, catching on.

"Where do I start?" Presley asked as she began to make her way towards the door.

"You'll find him." Deb reassured as the young girl finally exited the store.

The steady rain continued to come down as she hastily made her way down the strip of shops along the street, looking through the windows in luck of finding Josh. She's neared the end of the road, almost ready to give up when she noticed a familiar white jeep sitting in the parking lot of her favorite coffee shop.

She wasted no time running towards the vehicle, spotting the curly headed figure sitting in the driver seat.

"Josh!" She called out, lightly tapping on the window as the rain began to pick up.

He doesn't seem to hear her though, to lost in his train of thought.

"Josh!" She called out again, this time a bit louder in hopes of being heard over the rain.

His head snapped in her direction when he finally seemed to come too, quickly beckoning for her to come to the passenger side as he unlocks the door.

"Presley, what the hell are you doing out there.." He asked noticing she is soaked head to toe, droplets of water dripping from the long strands of her hair.

"I w-was looking for you.." She began, noticeably shivering from the temperature of the cool air blowing from the vents of his car.

"Why?" He began in a soft tone, stripping off his jacket and wrapping it around her.

"Deb said you came looking for me this morning..but you weren't there when is showed up." She answered, her hands reaching up to hold the jacket around her and brushing over his own hands as he placing them over her to hold the jacket in place, the scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric causing to her to almost loose track of why she was actually there.

"I did.." He stated, still partially leaned over the center console, hands still placed over hers "I needed to tell you something, but you weren't there.." he stalled, eyeing her lips which were only inches away.

"Well that's because I went looking for you," She confessed quietly, "because I needed to tell you something.."

"Oh.." he hummed, falling back against the drivers side door, studying the features of his face.

"but, you can go first.." she quickly said, eyes wide as she turned away, feeling the heat rush to her face

"I wanted to tell you, that .. I" he began, looking at her. Though all of her efforts to look good for him were ruined due to the rain, he still couldn't help but to be mesmerized by her beauty. Her lips were pink and swollen due to her nervous lip biting habit she had never been able to kick, and her wide green eyes sparkled, even in the dull rain setting outside, as she stared at him waiting for the words to leave his mouth.

"That.." he repeated.

"That?" She questioned, turning back to meet his gaze, her impatience getting the best of her.

"yea.. that" he continued to stumble over the words, looking away.

"Jesus Josh," she huffed, earning a confused look from him, "I went looking for you this morning because I wanted to tell you that I like you, like a lot..so much that it fucking hurts some days. And-and I hesitated even saying anything at all, but then you came in last night for the first time in awhile and its like all the feelings hit me all at once.. and I thought I could live with that secret forever.. but I can't." she blurted, chest heaving from the lack of breaths she had taken.

"Presley.." He began, unable to find the right words.

He hesitated, but why? She had done the hard part for him. She had confessed her feelings, the same feelings he had, so why couldn't he be just as eager to do the same?

The silence lingered in the air, slowly eating away at Presley as she searched for any sign of of hope in his face. Her patience began to wear thin as the minutes passed, Josh doing nothing but staring right back at her.

"Um," She stammered, quickly removing his jacket from around his shoulder, "I think..I think I'm gonna go. I've gotta get back to work.." she choked out, her vision now blurred by the tears now pooling at her eyes.

With that, she quickly opened the passenger side door, hopping out leaving Josh dumbfounded as the door closed.

Presley had half a hope that josh would come running after her, telling her he felt the same,  that all of this was just a mix up, and they could have one of those movie-like kiss in the rain moments. But none of that happened.

Instead Josh still sat in his car, mind reeling from the turn of events that had just taken place. He felt so dumb, so numb. Had he really just let the girl of his dreams, the woman he admired so much, walk away after confessing her feelings for him? The opportunity had presented himself in a better than manner than he had originally imagined, but he fucked it up.

He thought about running after her, wasting no time with words and just kissing her, knowing that would be enough to tell her he felt the same. But he didn't.

He was still there, still sat in the drivers seat  biting the inside of he cheek as he watched Presley's silhouette disappear in the rain down the street.

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"Did you find him?" Deb asked with a smile as Presley entered the store for a second time that morning.

It wasn't until Deb caught a full glance at Presley's face that her demeanor changed, now noticing her reddened nose and puffy eyes.

"Oh hunny," She began in attempt to comfort the young girl.

"Deb is it okay if I just head out for the day, I'm soaked and quite honestly not feeling well." Presley asked, avoiding eye contact as she reached the counter.

"Of course.." She agreed cautiously.

"Thanks.." Presley said just above a whisper as she reach for her bag, catching sight of the flowers he had brought her.

She tried her best to hold it together as she exited the building, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth, eyes welling with tears once again.

Once out of the store, and back into the gloomy weather she let out a quiet sob as she walked towards her car. She had half expected a different turn of events this morning when she woke up.

Instead, the tears streamed down her face on her drive back. She didn't even turn on the radio, she  drove in silence wondering if it was something she had done, or rather something she had said that had earned her Josh's silence earlier.

Whatever it had been consumed her every thought for the rest of the day. She grimaced at the interaction they had as she got ready to shower. Staring in the mirror, shaking her head at herself for dumb she must've sounded to him. How desperate it came out..

She mentally kicked herself as she got dressed, letting out a frustrated huff as she fell onto her bed with no plans of leaving it for the remainder of the day.

She went back and forth with being angry at herself and then with him, then she would cry knowing the person she wanted most she couldn't have. Finally after a long battle with her emotions she drifted into a deep sleep, hoping her heart wouldn't hurt as much when she woke up.

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Josh was still there, not only physically in that same parking spot, but in that moment. He replayed it over and over thinking of all the things he should've said, should've done. He would've been there all night if it hadn't been for the shrill of his ringtone cutting through the silent air.

He fumbled with his phone as he tried to read the caller id, his mind still a million miles away.

It was Jake.

"Hello?" His voice called out in a low, monotone manner.

"Hey where are you? We've got that release party soon..I would've called sooner, just assumed you'd be with Presley.." His brother said, and he could practically hear the smile through his words.

"I wasn't." Josh said shortly.

"Woah..what's up with you?" Jake joked.

"Nothing Jake, I'll be there soon." He lied, wanting the conversation to be over.

"Hmm okay. See you soon then." Jake replied, picking up on his brothers upset manner, knowing it was best not to prod any further.

So Josh finally left that perking lot, but the moment still lingered. Every time he closed his eyes he could see her. She was still there, sitting there in the passenger side, the wet material of her dress clinging to the curves of her body, his jacket wrapped around her, her bright green eyes looking into his as she waited for an answer he couldn’t give her.

[royalsunshinehotel]

it'd be interesting picturing Joshua with someone who isn't interested in technology or dating apps. he'd be like "oh sbit,I gotta step up my game"🤣❤

Blackberry (Joshua x Winnie)

Joshua had been frequenting Jesse’s cafe for a while now. No particular reason, other than his future wife also happened to be the mastermind behind the jaffa cakes he’d had for breakfast every day for the past two weeks.

Now he knew that he fell hard, he was a romantic, but meeting a woman who made the most authentic version of the british snack had to be a sign from god.

Winnie Hart, a ridiculously soft name for the most soft and lovely woman he’d had the privilege of meeting in the American metropolis. When he’d first come in, she’d humored every question he’d asked about “how to make a muffin,” and “what a croissant actually is.” She’d just smiled at him and he knew.

Joshua had been hovering outside the door for a long while, not realizing that glass doors are, in fact, see-through. Todd and Winnie were waiting, watching their regular decide not once, not twice, but three times, if he was coming in their front door or not.

Joshua definitely seemed lost in his thoughts, and Todd and Winnie would have done anything to figure out why their new favorite brit was in such a huff.

“Is he coming in?” asked Todd, cocking his head, “is he finally gonna ask?”

“We won’t know until he gets in the door,” scolded Winnie, shifting her weight. There was something happening between her and her new favorite customer. He just needed to get in the door and figure it out.

“You guys need to start picking out names, I’m gonna suggest Todrick because he seems like the type to go with a food-theme.” Winnie playfully smacked Todd in the arm, but straightened up the moment the bell rang on their cafe’s front door.

Joshua came in, placing both his hands on the counter, as if to steady himself. Winnie resisted the urge to ask exactly how many times he’d walked around the block, trying to decide to come in. That was a little bit snarky, and Joshua was too sweet for that.

“Winnie,” he tried, but she smiled at him and he forgot what he was going to say.

“Josh! Can we get your usual?” Todd rolled his eyes as he pulled a jaffa cake out of the glass case, and went to get Joshua’s vanilla latte ready. He didn’t go far, Todd would rather hear the dirt firsthand than get Winnie’s half-baked recap.

“Yeah, yes sure<” Joshua confirmed, looking down at his hands, ”Are you on any dating apps?” Maybe if they swiped right on each other, he’d be able to make a full sentence. Maybe things could start, maybe he’d get the nerve to make things start.

“Huh.” Todd scoffed, smiling into the espresso machine.

“No,” Winnie cleared her throat, tugging lightly on her dark blonde ponytail, “I’m not online that much.” Fuck, thought Josh, stomach flipping.

“Oh. Nice.” He said, shaking his head with nods of approval. Who the hell wasn’t online? So she just met people and talked to them? Took them at face value? Like they used to do when they were kids and didn’t have phones? He’s in love, but he wouldn’t admit it.

“Girlie’s not one for technology,” cut in Todd, placing the latte between the two, “you're gonna have to cut to the chase, bud,” he prompted.

Todd was right, and if he was going to deal with their flirting for one more day, he wanted them to be an insufferable couple, not an insufferable barista and customer.

“Can I have your number?” Josh asked, mouth going dry halfway through his sentence.

“Y-yeah,” replied Winnie, pulling out her phone from the pocket of her tan apron.

No way. No fucking way, thought Joshua, as Winnie handed him her phone.

“A blackberry.” He said, trying to confirm what he was seeing.

“Hey, I like the clicky buttons!” Winnie was tempted to snatch her phone back. It was her first, and it still worked! What did people have against clicky buttons?

“I didn’t say anything!” He held his hands up in mock defense, running his finger over a sizable scratch in the purple exterior. How long had she had this thing?

“She’s scared of technology,” injected Todd, who wasn’t even trying to be subtle with his annoyance.

“I just don’t want my information to be bought by Facebook!” Winnie smacked her hand down on the counter, as if to make a point.

“You worried they’ll steal your recipes?” laughed Joshua, getting a mock scowl from Winnie.

“Yes.” She replied bluntly, “I’m that good.”

“You’re right,” breathed Joshua, typing in his number and handing her phone back. Winnie felt as if she was going to wither up and blow away at his words.

“I need to step up my game,” said Joshua, to himself, seemingly unaware that he had two people hanging off his every word.

“What?” asked Winnie, looking over to Todd for a half-second.

“Are you free tomorrow night? I’d like to take you out.” Two weeks in the making, Winnie didn’t want to wait anymore.

“Yes?” She smiled and Joshua felt as if the sun had come out after weeks of cloudy skies. The two stared at each other before Todd cleared his throat, making them both realize that a line was forming.

“No, I like clicking too,” babbled Joshua as he grabbed his cake and coffee.

“Text me,” called Winnie sweetly, totally fixated on the gangly nerd as he tried to remember how to walk out the door. He just had to be proud of himself. He put himself out there and she said yes.

“I will,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“I mean it.” said the baker, trying to memorize the moment.

“Okay.”

“Thanks.” What was she thanking him for? He only did what he’d been trying to do since he met her.

“Bye.” She waved from the counter, as Joshua backed into another person, smiling sheepishly.

“Bye.”

“Oh my god, bye Josh!” Todd rolled his eyes, as Joshua gave a tiny wave before heading out back onto his street.

[dolsfeels]

Take Care - Colby Brock

AN: this isn’t Dolan twins related but enjoy if you want

Warnings: talk of abusive relationship, some cursing

Word count: 1,790

"So what's new?" My friend Colby ask with a large grin. I roll my eyes with a soft smile across my face. "Absolutely nothing. What about you mister LA boy." I tease. This earns a chuckle from him.

He's finally back home in Kansas. He tries to visit fairly often but his line of work keeps him busy I suppose.

"You still with josh?" He ask quickly. All I do is offer a nod as I grab my drink from the barista. My sleeve rides up slightly as I reach for the warm cup.

"What happened to your wrist?" Colby ask quickly. I glance down at my wrist to see the slight bruising. I quickly pull my sleeve down to cover it. 

"I don't know. I think it happened when I was sleeping. You know I toss and turn a lot." I say as convincingly as possible.

Never in a million years would I tell him the truth. He's been my best friend since second grade. He tends to be a little protective of me. So he'd flip his lid if he ever found out josh got a little too heated during one of our recent arguments.

I must've been convincing enough because he drops the subject as we find a seat.

"So what's this I hear about you and sam taking a break?" I ask tentatively. He nods as if he knew I'd ask that question.

"We've recently got into some legal trouble and on top of that we were put into a couple dangerous situations. We thought it'd be best to take a step back before we push our luck a little too much." He answers honestly. I nod. Him and Sam always seemed to do stupid shit.

He watches me closely as I take a sip of my hot coffee. It's a little chilly outside so the warm drink feels nice.

Our silence is interrupted by my phone ringing. "Don't worry about it." Colby says quickly but I ignore him as I take a glance at the text from josh.

Josh: where are you?

Me: I just grabbed some coffee with a friend

Josh: why don't you come over so we can talk

The last text makes my eyebrows furrow. What could there be to possibly talk about.

"Josh?" Colby ask as he looks down at his drink. He swallows hard as I sigh. "Let me guess. You gotta go." He says with pure disappointment.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you I promise. You're still here for a couple of weeks." I ramble as I kiss him on the cheek in a friendly apologetic way.

"Text me later." He says sternly. "Yeah yeah." I say as I swing the door to the coffee shop open.

I shove my hands in my pockets as I make my way to my car. What could he want to talk about? He's so unpredictable these days. He never used to be that way.

I drive way faster than I should but I don't care. The anticipation is eating at me.

As soon as I get to our apartment I get this weird feeling. Something tells me this isn't going to be good and I should just leave but I shake it off.

As soon as I step into the apartment he's in front of me ready to talk.

"What friend were you out with?" He ask sternly.

"Colby." I say honestly. He knows about Colby. We've been best friends since second grade. There should be nothing to worry about.

"Why the fuck were you with him?" He ask raising his voice a little. This threw me off guard.

"He's been my friend for years!" I say, matching his volume.

"You shouldn't be out with other guys. Especially him. He totally has a thing for you." He says getting closer, waving his finger in my face.

"Oh fuck off." I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

My judgement is knocked loose when I feel a sharp sting on my cheek. It brings tears to my eyes instantly.

I grab my cheek as I look at him. There was not an ounce of remorse on his face and that saddened me even worse. This isn't the person I fell for. This past month has been a living hell.

I pick my keys back up from our small table and swing the door open without a second thought. He follows me out into the hallway.

"Where do you think you're going?" He ask as he grabs my wrist. Just like last time he's all too forceful. At this point the tears are falling freely down my face.

"Stop." I say as forcefully as I can but it all just sounds pathetic. His grip hurts so bad.

I do all I can think of and bring my knee straight into his groin. This without a doubt sets me free so I quickly put some distance between us as I make my way to the elevator.

I pull out my phone and call the one person I trust the most, Colby.

The elevators quiet but my breathing is so loud. My sobs catch on my breath every once in a while.

"Hello?" He says with curiosity. "Colby can I come over?" I ask with a wavering voice. He can tell I'm crying because he instantly gets ten times more serious.

"Yes of course. I'll come get you alright. I don't want you driving right now." He says as I hear him rustling around.

"Colby he's still here." I say with a soft voice as I reach the parking garage.

"Get in your car, move to another area in the parking garage,and lock your doors. Don't unlock them until you see me ok?"

"Yeah ok. I can do that." I sniffle.

"I'll be there as soon as possible alright." He says sympathetically. With that he ends the call.

I do exactly what he said to do and I just wait. I cry practically the whole time and I feel stupid for it. It makes me feel weak.

How can one person destroy my confidence like this?

It seems like forever before Colby comes to get me. It was about 45 minutes and he scares me when he taps on my window.

I unlock the door and he helps me out. "Come on. Let's get you to bed yeah?" He says softly as I grab his hand. I just nod.

As we get to his car he swings the passenger door open for me and I glance at his hands to see his knuckles are a little busted up. "Are you okay?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows.

"Don't worry about me right now." He says as he closes the car door behind me. I fasten myself in and he's quick to take off.

"Thank you Colby." I say sincerely as we make our way to his house. He just flashes me a soft smile. I'm sure he'll have me talk as soon as we get to his house.

Once we get to his house I'm almost as quick to get out of the car as he is. "Are you hungry. I can get you something." He gushes.

"No I'm fine. Thank you though." I answer as he leads me to his room I'm all too familiar with.

I sit on the edge of his bed as he squats in front of me so we're eye level. His thumb is soft against my cheek but it's tinder and he can see my discomfort.

"I'll get you some ice okay? Is there anywhere else?" He ask. I don't say anything I just lift my sleeve to show him my purple wrist and lower forearm. "Jesus. I'll be right back. Go ahead and grab something comfortable to change into. Anything's fine. The closet is yours sweetheart." He says with a soft smile. The small name makes me smile too.

As he leaves I jump up to search for one of his shirts. I pick a simple black one and begin to take all of my stuff off. I'm very mindful of my wrist when it comes to my jacket.

Colby comes back just as his shirt sits in middle of my thighs. He smiles at me.

"What?" I chuckle. "Nothing. I like it." He says simply. This makes my cheeks heat up slightly.

He sits in the center of his bed and pats the area in front of him. I reach up to pull my hair up into a bun before I sit next to him and his eyes drift to my thighs and then back up to my face but I don't mention it.

He's gentle when he places the ice to my cheek. "Is this ok?" He ask softly. I just nod.

We're silent for a while but my cheek feels so much better. I can't help but look down at my ugly wrist though.

"Colby?" I say breaking the silence. "Yes?" He answers.

"Did you go up to my apartment before you came and got me?" I ask as I look at him timidly. He swallows hard as he thinks before answering.

"No one hurts you like this and gets away with it. You know that." He says as he takes the ice off of my cheek and takes my wrist into his hands.

He's right. Any guy that's ever in anyway been a threat to me, he's always been there to take care of it and make sure it never happens again.

"Why do you do that for me?" I ask. He's careful about answering this one. In fact he takes a while.

"Because if you love someone they're always worth fighting for." He says as he keeps his eyes on my wrist and the ice. This makes me swallow hard. So josh was right.

How could everyone see it but me?

"I'd never hurt you." He says, breaking the silence. I don't know what to say.

"You're far too beautiful." He says as his free hand caresses my unharmed cheek. I swallow hard as his eyes glance down at my lips.

He leans in and I meet him half way. I'd be lying if I said I never thought of this.

His lips are soft. He makes sure the kiss is very gently given my current situation.

It's gentle but it still takes my breath away. As we pull away I breathe harshly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that right now." He rambles with a nervous smile.

"No no. It's okay. It wasn't half bad." I smirk.

"Well in that case, you wouldn't mind another?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not at all." I send him an inviting smile.

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⚠️ More subtle than the rest, but he's still a jerk when he wants to be! Will poison your food when you're not looking! Do not trust! ( → )

( → send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse !! )

"First: I doused your food with hot sauce. Not 'poison' it. Second, you made sure I got my just deserts, didn't you?" He narrows his eyes as he takes a sip of coffee.

"We're even, peckish little kitty. Have yourself some lunch, won't you?"