#vanilla!josh

[milfgyuu]

Vanilla [M] - Series Master List  ♥︎ Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Series Tags: Multi-Chapter, Friends to Lovers, Smut, BDSM practices, 18+ Summary: After too many years of teasing and repressed feelings, two long time best friends begin to explore a more intimate side of their relationship. Venturing into hidden pleasures together with a mutual trust and desire unlocks truths that lead to a better understanding of love and redefining what it means to be ‘vanilla’.  A/N: This series is considered complete but I may re-visit the Vanilla universe for specials and bonus content from time-to-time. 

Series Warnings: *Explicit Sexual Content, 18+, MINORS DNI!* BDSM practices/language used throughout. Please read the chapter warnings for specific details. 

Chapter One [M]

Chapter Two [M]

Chapter Three [M] 

The Wedding Night [M] *New bonus chapter coming soon!

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SVT M.List | Main M.List | Updated 07/16/23 ♥︎

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[idwsonicnews]

Updated: Sonic the Hedgehog: Spring Broken Preview

Writer: Josh Trujillo Line Art: Adam Bryce Thomas Colors: Leonardo Ito Letters: Shawn Lee Associate Editor: Bixie Mathieu Editors: David Mariotte & Thea Cheuk Production Design: Johanna Nattalie

[fireflyinks]

Could you write a smut fic about Noah Calhoun from the notebook? I love your work and writing style, and would love to see how you interpret the character.

first time

noah calhoun x reader smut

contains : smut, loss of virginity, p in v, praise, fluff, very vanilla

a/n : yes ofc! thanks for leaving a request :) i love noah (and pretty much any ryan gosling character) with my whole heart.

18+ MINORS DNI

Noah’s truck dragged down the gravel road which led to my house. I’d been waiting on the porch for him for an embarrassingly long time, even though he was perfectly on time. I just liked being outside to see him drive up to my house, and I refused to risk him being early and missing it.

“Hi Noah,” I called out as he got out of his truck and ran up the wooden stairs to meet me.

“Hey beautiful.” He pulled me into a firm hug. It felt nice, I hadn’t seen him in about four days since he’d been so busy with work, but it felt like an eternity.

The hug lasted about ten seconds before he pulled away and kissed my cheek, looking down at me and smiling.

He reached for the door and opened it for me, and I quickly made my way in. My parents were out of town, and I had the house all to myself. Of course, my parents would’ve never let him and I hang out alone, especially not in my room, even though Noah and I were eighteen and legally adults. I was still under my parent’s roof and those were the rules.

They had been hesitant about Noah and I seeing eachother at first. I was a good girl, good grades, never got into any trouble, and Noah was Noah. But he grew on them, so were allowed to date.

With certain restrictions.

I walked to the kitchen, giving the freshly baked plate of cookies to Noah. “I made your favorites.”

If I had to give a girl life advice, I’d say ‘get yourself a man that looks at you the way Noah Calhoun looks at a plate of cookies.’

“You’re too good to me.” He smirked, taking the plate from me.

We sat in silence in the living room as we ate, just enjoying each other’s presence. Noah knew it was going to happen tonight. I knew it was going to happen. Neither of us were brave enough to admit it.

But god, I wanted it. I’d been hoping Noah did too, but we were never alone enough to experiment anything. Even at Noah’s house, where his dad basically didn’t care what we did, we didn’t want to risk him walking in or over hearing anything.

As if reading my thoughts, Noah cleared his throat.

“Look, I know you’re probably assuming that I expect for something to happen just because we’re home alone, but I just want you to know you don’t gotta do anything if you don’t want to. I’m just here to be with you, and I won’t be upset if you don’t feel comfortable enough to…”

“I want to.” I interrupted him quietly.

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure? I mean really, it’s up to you.”

“Do you want to?”

He nodded immediately, “Of course I do, but I want you to feel comfortable too.”

His genuine concern for how I felt made my heart flutter.

I grabbed his hand, interlinking our fingers. “I want it more than anything. I promise if I get uncomfortable, I’ll tell you immediately.”

Noah smiled, standing up and picking me up from the couch. I giggled as he carried me up the long set of stairs to my bedroom.

The difference between him and my room’s decor was almost comical. He stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the baby pinks and the overall aesthetic.

Noah laid me down on the bed, crawling on top of me and placing small kisses all over my face and neck. He was gentle and slow, which I appreciated since I’d never done anything like this before.

He pulled away for a moment, slipping his shirt off. I took the opportunity to lean forward and take mine off as well.

Noah kissed down my ribcage, fumbling with my bra’s clasp in pursuit to take it off. I laughed to myself and helped him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looked at my bare chest in awe. I couldn’t help but blush shyly, since he’d never seen me this uncovered before.

“Th- thank you.” I breathed out slowly, maintaining eye contact with him.

He continued kissing down my abdomen, until reaching my skirt. Noah looked up at me, as if asking for consent once again.

“Please, Noah.”

He slipped my skirt off slowly, leaving me in just my underwear. Examining the pink fabric for a second, he smiled and looked at me.

“These are pretty.”

I blushed as he took them off of me. Noah breathed out almost harshly, looking me up and down. He stood in silence for a couple of seconds.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“I don’t understand why any guy would wanna be with a girl other than you.”

I giggled, “What do you mean?”

He spoke as he began taking his jeans off.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I ever will see. Nobody else could ever amount to you, you know that?”

For a blue collar country boy, Noah had a way with his words I’d never understand.

I felt myself getting wetter than I had already been from him undressing me.

“You’re so sweet, Noah.”

He stepped out of his boxers and climbed on me once again.

“Are you ready?” He asked, positioning his member against my core.

I nodded slowly, preparing myself for the pain I’d heard first-time sex would bring me over and over and over again.

He pushed into me, sighing in pleasure.

“How do you feel?” He whispered after a moment, after entering me fully.

It didn’t feel as bad as I had expected, just a bit uncomfortable, but exciting at the same time. This is what I had been waiting for, Noah was finally giving it to me.

“Good- not too bad. You can move.”

Noah slowly began to piston in and out of me, careful not to go too fast. He placed his hands on my hips. The pain slowly crept away, replaced with genuine pleasure. I let out small moans with every thrust, and Noah grunted ever so often.

“You feel so good, baby. You’re so so so good for me.” He said in my ear, trailing down to my neck and sucking on it lightly as he continued to thrust.

He continued at this pace for a while, until I was ready for more.

“More” I sighed out.

“More what, sweetheart?”

“Faster, deeper, I just want more of you.”

He nodded, quickening his pace. I threw my head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

“I- I don’t think I can last much longer.” Noah mumbled against my neck.

I shook my head, “Me neither.”

“Come for me, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

I nodded, feeling the tight coil in my stomach snap ever so suddenly, and I released onto his member. He moaned, pulling out and finishing on me.

“Thank you, Noah.” I sighed, looking down at his load on me.

He interlocked out lips, kissing me passionately.

Pulling away, he spoke against my cheek. “I’ll be back, gotta clean you up.”

He went to my bathroom for a moment, coming back with wet rag.

“How do you feel?” Noah asked, hesitantly.

I smiled, “That was perfect. So much better than I thought it would be.”

Noah pretended to be offended, “Ouch, were your expectations really that low?”

I rolled my eyes, laughing, as he continued to clean my stomach with the rag. “No, but I just expected it to be awkward and painful because that’s how everyone describes it to me, but it wasn’t either of those things. You made it perfect.”

Noah smiled, kissing me again.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it pretty girl. It was great for me too. You have no idea how nervous I was.”

He left again, coming back without the rag.

I looked up at him, feeling more emotions than I’d ever felt in my eighteen years on earth.

“I love you so much.”

Noah climbed into the bed with me, pulling us under the covers.

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

[changelingsandothernonsense]

I am curious now, why do you call Teldryn "Josh"?

Hi anon! It was a nickname that came from a conversation I was having with a friend who also writes Nerevarine Teldryn Sero. I was still fleshing out his character at the time and started talking about Dunmer names. We kinda started joking that, with the introduction of ESO Teldryn is a more common name. We were comparing it with the super popular names that were around when we were kids and how you always know how they'd act the moment you knew their name. (It's the Kyle punches dry wall and drinks Monster Energy drinks concept essentially). Guys named Josh, we agreed act exactly how I was starting to characterise my Nerevarine Teldryn Sero. It's a Kyle but like he feels bad about it. I started using the tag Danger!Josh to differentiate what I was concepting from the vanilla Skyrim design. There's a small discord server I frequent that started using the name to refer to my specific version around the same time and honestly it just fits him.

Because he's not really the Vanilla NPC anymore, he's something else entirely. I usually say he's inspired by both the vanilla NPC and the Nerevarine since he's a hybrid of the two at this point.

It's also serving as a bit of short hand when I post about him because he's actually got a really long name and several aliases. I usually just write *version*Josh to differentiate what part of his timeline I'm referring to.

[eatyourheartvalentine]

Merry Christmas! Berryl is taking the picture from the kitchen- ( I FORGOT TO DRAW HER.)(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[simsgalaxy]

Secret lab at the Simblrs 🔬🧪

It appears that the mansion has a secret lab accesible behind a bookshelve in the basement. It seems to be Josh's old lab. It is now Juliana's new workspace decorated fit her style. It still has some of her parents pics.

So I needed a place for Juliana to tinker and work on her new career. Josh was a secret agent so it makes more than sense that he had a secret room in the house that was left unnused after his death. It's right next to the studio of Katerina so they may have built it on purpose to work close by. I placed some of the pictures of the parents from the household inventory and Juliana's certifications to make it her own.

[sacredthethreadgvf]

Day 47 of trying to find Josh colonge.

Got a sample for a patchouli cologne from a bougie company (this cologne goes for HUNDREDS) and I want to vomit…it smells like someone took legit smoke sausage and someone’s sweaty armpit, threw it in an oven and then put the juices into a bottle.

[mexican-texican]

Can the Tumblr shop chill for like five minutes I literally just took the time to explain the Vanilla Extract thing to my non-Tumblr spouse

[joshuamj]

Its stupid how much joy that fuckin vanilla extract poll meme is giving me. Poll after poll. Vanilla Extract.

[milfgyuu]

Vanilla III [M] FINAL

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 5.4k, F2L, Romance, Smut 18+ Summary: Joshua is a man with a plan and that plan involves a little dress-up, an old camera, and the woman he loves. It almost sounds sweet, doesn’t it? 

One | Two | Three (Final)

Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, consent/rules/safe words established, mean-dom!josh, sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex (mxf), fingering (f), oral (f), manhandling, pussy slapping & spitting (?), breast/nipple play, nipple clamps, blindfold, taking explicit pictures, light bondage. throat/face gripping, possessive role/speech, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, multiple orgasms, pet names, moderate sir kink, aftercare.

You’re beginning to think you’ve become far too familiar with the foot of Joshua’s bed.

It hadn’t been more than ten minutes of being home from your date that he’d pressed you against the kitchen counter and told you to go wait for him. The morning had been spent with smiles and laughter. Stolen kisses and interlaced fingers over the table at breakfast and throughout the market. Now, your legs are tucked neatly beneath you, hands in your lap, head bowed as you wait for him to enter the room.

A chill runs across your bare skin and you savor it knowing Joshua’s bound to walk in any moment and incinerate you from the inside out. 

Your eyes catch on the blue trim of the gorgeous two-piece lingerie set you’d chosen at random from the bag sitting atop his dresser. He’d told you to choose any set you’d like and there was something so soft and sexy about the color and thin lace material that you knew he’d be particularly pleased you chose it so you changed quickly, eager to get started with whatever he had planned. 

You can smell his cologne long before his shadow appears but you don’t look up, even when you realize his shirt is removed, hanging by one hand as he looks down at you proudly. Walking over to his closet, he deposits the shirt and then his socks, belt, and pants. He takes his time, as you expected he would. It’s all a part of the game. 

Hearing the closet doors close, your eyes squeeze shut and you focus on the sound of his footsteps getting closer, forcing yourself to wait, and be patient. Be good. 

“Look at me.”

His command is merciful but his tone reminds you that disobedience won’t be forgiven so easily and you raise your chin, opening your eyes carefully though you still have to blink through the blurry black haze from squeezing so tightly in anticipation. 

He’s standing closer than you had expected him to be and it causes you to tip your head back so far it almost creates a kink in your neck but much to your relief he takes one step back to get a better look at the outfit you chose for him. “You had to know this would be my favorite,” he hums in approval, “Why don’t you stand up and let me see you better?”

Your legs sting when you shift to stand and it takes you a moment to gain the feeling back again. Joshua hums, unfazed and unwilling to lend you a hand. It’s amusing for him to watch you pick yourself up off the floor, so determined to follow directions.

A part of him wants to piss you off. 

Your toes tingle like they’re filled with static and you go to rock forward to stand up but you’re suddenly knocked over, falling flat on your back. You look up at Joshua’s face full of mirth and you’re incredulous. “Stand up,” he says again.

You push up on your elbows and glare at him. “Did you just shove me…with your foot?”

He cocks his head to the side. “I barely knocked you over. You were moving too slow,” he raises a brow, “Are you gonna get up now?”

Your nostrils flare and Joshua’s smug satisfaction makes you try to get up again but as soon as you make it upright, he shoves you back down again, this time by hand, and pins you against the floor. His hands are ridiculously large and he’s not shy about using his long fingers to toy with the material of your bra. Toying with you.

“Changed my mind,” he smirks, “Stay down there for a minute.”

He purposely pops one of the straps against your skin and you wince at the sting as he steps over you and back toward the dresser. You can’t really tell what he’s doing from this angle but only a moment later he’s hovering over you again, your new polaroid camera in hand. He clicks it right away, capturing the surprise on your face and then he ignores you entirely, focusing on the photo being ejected from the camera. 

He pinches the bottom of it and flaps it back and forth a few times, bringing the photo to life. It takes a minute or so and then he’s grinning, seemingly satisfied. He leans over you holding the picture above your face. “Look how pretty you are.”

Heat blossoms in your chest and when he bends down, straddling your waist, you take a deep breath. His hand starts at your stomach, gliding up the smooth expanse of skin until he’s hooking one finger in the material between your breasts, pulling on it in such a way that the material stretches and pulls them together, your flesh bubbling out of the cups. 

He angles the camera and takes a shot of your torso between his knees. 

The familiar sound of a photo being spit out rings in your ears and Joshua merely grabs it and tosses it to the side. A surprise for later. 

“Maybe I should be the one thanking your father,” he murmurs, continuing his path upwards until his hand is firmly wrapped around your throat, he tips his head in a predatory fashion. “Do you think he expected it to be used like this?”

He squeezes and your mouth pops open on a moan. Joshua snaps another photo and mimics you, his mouth opening subconsciously before turning into a grin. His laughter is chilling in the sense that you’re reminded starkly how this goes. Joshua gives what he wants. Takes what he wants. And he will treat you like his own personal plaything. 

His thumb presses against your lips and your tongue darts out, wetting the tip. He pushes in further, flattening your tongue to the bottom of your mouth and opening you up wide. His lids are downcast and you can feel him, rock hard against your stomach. It’s either bold or stupid, but you bring your hands off the floor and slide them up his thighs though you don’t dare to push them too high.

He puffs out a little air of amusement and retracts his hand. 

This time when he stands, he actually offers you help up, and even though something in your head tells you not to trust him to not put you back on your ass, you take it and he hauls you to your feet. “Take it off,” he nods at your lingerie, “Slowly.”

He holds the camera up in front of his face, training it on your torso. As your straps slip over your shoulders he snaps another photo. It borders on tasteful - the way he only captures certain angles and sections of your body without exposing too much. Still, every photo belongs in a private album from their suggestion alone. Especially those with Joshua’s proprietary hands clearly evidenced on your body. 

Fully nude you twist from left to right, anxiously awaiting his next move. He lifts his free hand and cups your chin, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip to tug it down. “Beautiful,” he murmurs to himself before turning around to place the camera on top of his dresser. Having two free hands is almost daunting because yes, he’s free to touch you, but what he might do with those wicked, skillful tools is still unknown. 

Joshua doesn’t turn back around and instead takes his time sorting through one of the drawers. He takes things out and sets them aside as you attempt to stand on your tiptoes to see what he’s grabbing but he stills and barely turns his head over his shoulders. 

“Sit down and have patience,” he says in a flat tone, “I’d put you over my knee but you like that too much to be a punishment, don’t you?”

His tone is so superior that it grates on your nerves but you do as you’re told. The way Joshua speaks to you when you’re alone would never fly outside the bedroom but here, in the safety of these four walls, it’s different. Here he will taunt, and tease, and push you to your very limits and then bring you unmatched ecstasy in reward. 

You let yourself drink him in while he’s turned away from you. From the nape of his neck down, you marvel at his broad shoulders and follow the dip of his spine. Your fingers twitch at your sides, aching to dig them into the strong muscle of his back or his thick arms with their defined strength beneath taut, smooth skin. 

“If you keep staring at me you’re going to make a mess on the sheets.”

Your face sours immediately. Asshole. 

Before you can even dream of retorting, Joshua is walking back over to you with a few things in his hands, most notably, pristine white silks and a metallic tube of some sort. He sets them down on the bed next to you, along with a few other things, and the second you move to look down at them he snatches your face in one hand and glowers down at you. 

“I was going to allow you to choose,” he squeezes hard enough to make your cheeks pinch, “Blindfold or not but it seems like I’ll be making that decision for you.”

The grip on your face vanishes instantly and he pushes further into your space, leaning over you until your head tips back and he drops a long hot kiss on your parted lips. “You remember what we talked about?”

You blink your heavy lids back and find him looking down at you, his pretty brown eyes searching yours. He’s referring to the conversation you had about blindfolding and how you initially were too nervous to be both blindfolded and restrained but that you were willing to try as long as you weren’t bound completely. You nod your consent. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs with a pretty smirk, “Give me your hands.”

With your wrists pressed together, Joshua weaves the silks around them, his nimble fingers making quick work of the restraint. He ties the ends in a pretty little bow and you exhale in amusement. Joshua smirks a little as he looks back up at you. 

“Should you need to untie yourself at any point,” he guides your thumb and forefinger to grasp the end of the silk, “All you need to do is pull on the ends and it will come apart easily.”

He watches carefully as you follow his instructions and the silk falls apart. You wiggle your hands and fingers, and eagerly offer them back for Joshua to redo the binding. It’s hard to maintain composure when you’re so giddy to be tied up and fucked but he paints a flat, condescending face. “Oh look, baby knows how to follow basic instructions now. How cute.”

You bite your tongue before ‘Prick’ slips from between your plush lips and Joshua smirks as he secures the silks, knowing damn well that one pissed you off. 

The only problem is that Joshua is learning that he has the power to make the same things you’d never put up with, such as taunting and insults, stoke your fire in a completely different way when he’s got you like this. He knows you’ll bite.

“Baby,” you mock boldly, “Knows how to do plenty, sir.”

Joshua laughs but it’s entirely empty and then he’s got you pinned back onto the bed with his long fingers hooked into your neck. His palm radiates heat and covers the entirety of your throat and the thought strikes you that should he have claws he could very well rip it clean open without a second thought but as it stands, his very human, blunt nails, are enough for you to go deathly still. 

“Go ahead,” he goads you without a care, “Drop the good girl act. You know you want to.”

He extends his middle finger and presses it against your lips. When he pushes between them you swirl your tongue around the tip of it. The act itself so vulgar Joshua’s cock twitches against your thighs. He releases a haughty laugh. “How do you expect me to believe you suddenly know how to behave when you act like that, huh? You think I’ll give you whatever you want if you use your hot little mouth?”

You fucking hope so. 

He pulls his finger out of reach, purposefully dragging it and your own saliva down your chin and across your neck as he readjusts his grip. “If I want your mouth, angel,” he squeezes and looks into your eyes until they flutter, “I’ll take it.”

A wave of arousal crashes over you when he relaxes his grip and a new heat floods your face in the form of embarrassment. There is no way he doesn’t know how wet he’s made you with his thigh snug between your own, pressing into your cunt unbearably. 

Especially with the way you let a moan slip out when he shifts onto his elbow above you. 

The memory of riding his thigh, fully clothed in your childhood bedroom floods your mind and you press the tips of your fingers into your cheeks to rid the cramping from how tightly your jaw is clenched. Joshua rolls his eyes in amusement and hikes your bound hands above your head until they’re well out the way. 

“Thinking about rubbing your pussy on my thigh again?” he teases and this time you refuse to engage. “I’m curious though…was it as good as you thought it might be? You know, back when you were humping your pillow and thinking about me?”

Your eyes pop wide open and your jaw drops. There is no fucking way.

“You read my diary?!”

Joshua shifts down a bit and bites into the flesh of your breast. You hiss at the sting and he drags his tongue over the mark. “You read it to me.”

He continues biting and licking his way across your chest as you try to figure out what in the hell he means when you remember one night months and months back, well before any of this began, you had way too much to drink at dinner with your friends and called Joshua to pick you up. He hadn’t even hinted to you that anything out of the ordinary happened aside from you almost falling asleep on his kitchen counter at one point. 

“Wait - you’re telling me you just…let that shit slide and pretended it never happened?”

Joshua’s teeth tug at your nipple and your hands swing forward but he pins them right back down and growls, “Keep them there until I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe in awe. 

“I hold onto important information until it’s useful for me.”

Until he had you all alone in the very same bed you used to roll around in fantasizing about him. How amusing it must have been to offer you the real thing when he knew how you used to play in the dark and pretend. He took one of your dirty secrets and brought it to life while you were none the wiser. Half of you wants to wring his neck and the other, less civilized part wants to spend the next twenty-four hours acting out every single filthy wet dream Joshua’s ever had in repayment. 

“Keep looking at me like that and you’ll ruin all the fun.”

The deeply disapproving tone of his voice makes you roll your eyes. How dare you look at him like you love him or something?

“That’s more like it,” he tuts and then he’s reaching for something further down the bed and you don’t realize what it is until it’s slipped over your face and your vision is entirely obscured. “There,” his breath tickles your skin, “Now you can roll your eyes all you want, princess.”

“I can still talk back,” you retort. “What are you going to do about that?”

Joshua huffs out a short laugh. “Don’t be shy, love. Just say you want my dick in your mouth. I promise to act surprised.”

Whatever you’re about to say dies on your lips when you feel cool metal brush against your nipple and you cry out when it clamps onto the sensitive nub and then a beaded chain spills between your breasts in a ‘U’ shape and you brace yourself against what you know comes next. You’d only experimented with the clamps once but it was enough to know the sting of pain needed a moment to give way to the pleasure. 

“Aren’t those pretty?” he tests your threshold by lightly tugging on the chain connecting the clamps. You bite your lip and chase that lightheaded feeling that creeps over you. Joshua gently glides his finger back and forth along the inside of that chain, maintaining light pressure. “Color?”

A flick of his finger jerks at the clamps and you choke out, “Green!”

He rewards you with a kiss that ends far too swiftly for your liking and then his weight disappears completely. You know now that he’s not going to leave you alone and so you remain still and wait for him to make his next move. After a minute, you feel him on your right side and then the sound of the camera’s shutter goes off, along with the subsequent buzzing of the photo being printed. You listen for him to set the camera down again and sigh when he runs both hands along the length of your torso. 

He shoves one hand between your thighs and rubs the pads of his middle and ring finger over your clit. Your breath hitches and he nips at the side of your jaw. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groans against your ear, knowing the sound of it drives you wild, “You don’t even need me to touch first, do you?” he asks, even as he slips both fingers inside.

“Lov-...love it when you t-touch me,” you pant out, back arched off the bed. 

“Greedy,” he sucks air through his teeth as he slips his fingers free and slaps your cunt, hard, before sheathing them inside again.

“Fuck!”

Another slap. “Such a foul mouth.”

He’s moving so quickly now, absolutely unrelenting, and you cry out for him to do it again. 

He obliges you even as he makes another snarky comment. You ignore him when he laughs and you ask him again. You beg for it and it’s humiliating yet none of that even matter when he slaps your cunt for the fifth time and you spasm violently. Joshua moves quick enough that the moment your orgasm hits, he’s tearing off your blindfold and pushing his thick length into you with a grand amount of effort. 

Your pulsing walls squeeze him and make it almost impossible to get through and the feeling alone makes Joshua openly moan. Your eyes flit to his and he almost looks embarrassed until you arch up into him and laugh. “That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

Which is apparently the wrong thing, or maybe, the right thing to say because your lover hitches your thigh up and around his waist to drive into you so deeply there isn’t room to laugh, breathe, think…he’s all consuming in the way he owns you in this very moment. 

Not like an object. A thing to command and control but a treasure. 

To covet and worship above everything else.  

Even with one of his hands pinning yours into the pillows above your head while the other is gripping your jaw so tightly that even if you wanted to break eye contact with him, you couldn’t. Even when he grits his teeth and scolds you. It doesn’t matter, not when he’s pouring himself into you just to watch you overflow into sheer madness.

“Is it amusing to you…” Joshua grunts, pulling his cock out just to slowly push it all the way back in, “...the way your hot little cunt makes me lose control?”

Your lips brush together as he speaks but it’s a mere exchange of harsh breaths and words, nothing more. Kissing him is fruitless, he won’t take pity on you and your needy attempts. Your eyes flutter shut on a sharp thrust and he squeezes your cheeks, shaking your head in warning.

“Open your eyes,” he tilts your chin up, “Now.”

You want to listen. You want to look at him…you can’t. It’s as if your lids are sealed shut and Joshua’s relentless pace is making it near impossible to access the part of your brain that controls movement. It almost comes out a little panicked when you stutter, “I c-can’t…I’m trying b-but I can’t!”

To your utter horror, Joshua pulls out and you can’t feel him anywhere. It’s the nudge you needed to finally peel your lids back and thankfully he’s there at your side but your cunt throbs and clenches with the loss and it sends you reeling. You attempt to sit up and a big hand shoves you back down. “Slow down,” Joshua says - his tone hard and difficult to read with the adrenaline making you jittery. 

“I’m not going to fuck you if you can’t follow the simplest of directions,” he says, dark eyes piercing you straight down to the bone, “You’re going to look at me when you come or you’re not going to come at all. Is that clear?”

You’re spinning and trying so hard to focus that your voice is a little wobbly when you manage a simple, “Yes, sir.”

You make another attempt at sitting up and Joshua’s hand again shoves you into the mattress. He sneers and just the fact that he’s able to make such a disdainful glare possible with those perfectly pouty lips makes you pinch your thighs together. Joshua clocks the motion and scoffs. 

“Why do you beg for my disapproval, hm?”

“I d-don’t.”

Joshua twists a finger in the chain between the clamps and pulls, your nipples burn under the sensation and you whimper pathetically. “It’s one thing to be a brat,” he huffs and twists a little harder, “But a liar? You’re better than that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, ’m sorry, sorry…” tears well in your eyes so Joshua eases up to check in with you but the second you answer that you’re still green, he continues on smoothly.

“Admit it,” he reaches up and loosens your wrists until he’s able to lower them back down to your sides, “You like to play dirty.”

“Slowly,” he murmurs as he helps you sit upright, “Admit that you love to push my buttons just to see when I’ll snap.”

Your lips quiver as he continues to maneuver your shaking body until he’s sitting with his back propped up against the pillows and you hovering over his lap. He loops his finger back under that chain and pulls forward until you're pressed against his chest with his teeth nipping at your throat. “Admit that you want to see how far you can push me until I fuck you so hard you don’t even have the capacity to think let alone talk back.”

His opposite hand rubs roughly over your thigh and up your backside to grab a handful of your ass and you cry out when he pulls down on that chain at the same time. “Admit that you’re willing to take everything I give you, even if you have to trade your dignity to get it.”

You’re nodding fervently and Joshua smirks against your throat. You’re such a proud person, always so sure of yourself. Confident, independent, strong-willed. And yet, for him, you’d trade it all away for his simple touch. The belittling and stripping of power, it’s something you’d only ever trust him with and it fills him with vigor like he’s just drank bottled lightning. 

Pulling you down and grinding you over his lap, he bites at your shoulder. “Do you love me, baby?”

“Fuck, y-yes.”

Another pass and his cock is poised at your entrance, teasing you. “Say it again.”

“I, oh-” you’re still so wet he slips back inside but Joshua isn’t cruel enough to correct it, “-love y-you.”

You start riding him before he can change his mind and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Joshua grunts when you take him all the way inside and he secures one arm around your shoulder and the other bars your lower back, anchoring you to his body. “Tell me again.”

“I love you,” you manage in short little pants, “Oh m-my god, I love you.”

Joshua does his best to angle his hips and meet you halfway but the sound of your crazed desperation is driving him to a breaking point. “Of course you do, sweetheart,” he grunts with effort, “Why else would you get on your knees and crawl for me, huh? Would you do that for anyone else, baby?” 

You shake your head, bouncing in his lap even though your legs are impossibly numb and you’re not even sure if you’re the one moving or if he is doing that for the both of you. 

“Only you,” your head falls back as his lips trapeze along your throat, “I’d do anything for y-you.”

Joshua licks the pad of his thumb and circles your clit so quickly you know this is it - you’re absolutely done for. 

“Anything?” he grins deliriously, his own end surely to be coupled with your own, “Just for me?”

Babbling affirmations is about as much as you can manage and Joshua just laughs in response, the sound normally soft as velvet in your ears coming out hoarse and cracked. He loves when you’re nothing but a crying, incoherent mess - giving yourself over to him completely because he knows he’s won and all there’s left to do is simply utter the word and you’re near howling, limbs shaking as you fall apart. 

It’s all a blur when he knocks you backwards and you hardly register your back hitting the mattress. Blinking hard and slow your vision pieces together and Joshua is on his knees between your thighs, jerking himself to completion all over your stomach and breasts. 

With a final, almost violent grunt he rests a hand on your knee to steady himself. His head hangs, as does his hair, damp with sweat, and his chest heaves from the exertion. Perhaps you’re biased because you’re insanely attracted to Joshua in general but in this moment he’s absolutely fucking glorious. 

After a few moments spent gathering his wits again, he’s shocked to hear giggling… endless, uncontrollable giggling. 

His eyes light up and he raises his brows in question but you just cannot stop for the life of you. Your nerve endings haven’t stopped firing since you orgasmed and this is the aftermath of all the adrenaline and endorphins flooding your system. Joshua chuckles and bend down to kiss your knee cap. 

“We better get you cleaned up and tucked in before the comedown hits,” he says softly and then he’s gone for a mere second before reappearing with your camera in hand, “One more picture though,” he holds it up and takes a shot, before depositing the photo somewhere on the floor and the camera on the bedside table.

Between bouts of giggles and teeth chattering you manage, “Is that why you pulled out? For a picture?”

Joshua grins unabashedly as he helps you straighten your legs back out. “I couldn’t resist,” he reaches down and tugs at the chain connecting the clamps that you mostly forgotten about, “Let’s take these off and get cleaned up, ok baby?”

You nod but honestly, it’s up to him to maneuver your body because you’re sunken into the mattress and cannot move a single limb on your own. “I don’t think a s-shower is a good idea. Not that you’re not super buff and all but…”

He bites his lip to stifle a laugh and nods. “Appreciate you stroking my ego.” 

Joshua climbs off the edge of the bed to slip into the adjoining bathroom. You can hear the water running for a bit then he’s back and cleaning the mess off your stomach with a warm washcloth. He folds it neatly and keeps it there for a minute while he removes the clamps from your breasts. “These,” he pinches his lips when you hiss, “Are going to be tender for a bit.”

He removes the other clamp and tosses them aside. The cool air makes them sting and you whimper in discomfort. Joshua pouts his lips at you patronizingly just before he dives down to suckle one and then the other until you’re swatting at his shoulder. He laughs, easing back even as you glare at him. 

He picks up the cloth again and cleans the inside of your thighs but the second he moves toward your center you snatch his wrist up and he looks up at you. “That’s embarrassing. I’ll do it myself.”

Joshua offers a very unimpressed look and smarts, “Embarrassing for who, cry baby?”

Oh, if you could move literally any part of your body you’d beat him with it.

You open your mouth to retort but he decides to cut you off and clean you with his tongue instead. The deranged moan that falls from your lips is followed by the sound of you slapping a hand over your own mouth. He is not allowed to win this debauched warfare. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together feebly but those massive hands clamp down on them and you’re stuck. 

“Josh…” your warning tone does nothing to derail him as he licks into your core. 

He pulls back and examines your pussy thoughtfully. 

“Joshua, I am so seri-”

He meets your eyes and purposefully spits on your cunt, smirking. “Oh no…I missed a spot.”

You groan at his demonic sense of humor. “F-fucking….evil…”

You want to pull away from the onslaught but your hips are like cement and he’s got your legs pinned down and you have nowhere to go. Just like everything else Joshua gives you…you sit and take it like a good girl. 

His teeth graze your clit and it’s like wildfire between your thighs as he pulls back and says, “You told me you’d do anything for me…right, angel?”

As much as you don’t want to give into his game you have to because if he keeps this up you’ll explode into smithereens. It has to end. Now. 

“Yes, yess, yes, oh m-my god yes, anything!”

“Then come again on this pretty face you love so much.”

It’s the way he says it, his voice deep and provoking, commanding, and the way his tongue flattens against you lapping up and down, up and down, his nose rubbing against your clit as he goes and you come so hard you swear you black out. Your vision swirls and pulses beneath your lids shut so tightly they ache and Joshua simply laughs.

“You’re a-actually insane,” you stutter out, blinking repeatedly though your eyesight is no less fuzzy then it was a moment ago, “I cannot do that again.”

Joshua goes to say something and you interrupt him. “That was NOT a challenge, Joshua!”

He raises his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I can wait. I’m a patient man.”

You nearly cackle. “No, you are not!”

He quirks a brow. “How many years did I wait for you to take the blinders off, hmm?”

You grumble something mocking like, “HoW MaNy YeArs DiD I WaIt Fo-” but it turns into a shout when Joshua leaps on top of you and bites into your shoulder like an actual hellion until the two of you are laughing and wrestling in the bed you just defiled. 

He rolls onto his back and drags you up against his side, both of you taking in deep breaths and exhaling gentle laughter. Looking up at him, you can’t help but smile. 

It’s just Joshua. He’s the same…but different. He is alluring and sexy and exciting but he’s also intelligent and sarcastic and warm. He feels like home…but more.

You muster all the energy you have left in the reserves to lean up to kiss his cheek and he looks back down at you with a smile. “What’s that for?”

You scrunch your nose. “I kind of love you…or whatever.”

He licks his lips, biting back his joy and then he leans over and kisses you. “I kind of love you too.”

“I’m also…kinda hungry.”

The flat smile you give is returned in full. “So, I’m supposed to fuck you AND feed you?”

You nod once. “Yes.”

He nods back and steals another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Noodles?”

“Noodles.”

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[crssvjb]

You Are Unique - Jude Bellingham

Jude bellingham x reader

Summary: Jude decides to help her in the kitchen.

The sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate filled the kitchen as you prepared the perfect cake for your mother-in-law, Denise's birthday. With your apron stained with flour and your hair tied up in a messy bun, you have completely immersed yourself in the art of baking.

Suddenly, a familiar presence approached her from behind, wrapping strong arms around her shoulders. It was Jude, her boyfriend, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

– "Can I help you?" – He asked, his eyes shining with a mix of innocence and curiosity.

You looked at him with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. Jude wasn't exactly known for his cooking skills, but he was so adorable trying to help that you couldn't resist.

– "Of course, baby. You can start beating those eggs for me." – you said pushing a bowl towards him.

Jude eagerly picked up the bowl, but his excitement soon turned to confusion when he cracked the first egg, spilling the shell into the mixture.

– "Oops.." – He muttered, looking at you with a guilty expression.

You laughed and helped him clean up the mess, but the disaster was just beginning. Jude spilled flour everywhere, mixed the ingredients and even dropped the spatula on the floor.

– "Jude, I think it's better to let this go." – you suggested, trying to contain your laughter.

But before he could respond, you had a great idea. With a mischievous smile, you said: – “Josh, be careful not to drop the bowl.”

Jude's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. – "Josh? Who the hell is Josh?" – He asked, his voice sounding a little hurt.

You tried hard to keep a straight face, but soon you couldn't anymore and started laughing. – "I'm sorry love, it was just a joke. You know you're unique to me." – you said, wrapping him in a hug.

Jude pretended to be upset for a few more seconds, but soon he was laughing too. He got his revenge by tickling you, making you squirm and beg for mercy.

– "You are unique to me too." – He said, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

With the cake finally ready and the mood light and fun, you knew it would be a birthday to remember for Denise, thanks to her sweet partnership with Jude.

⎊𝙘𝙧𝙨𝙨𝙫𝙟𝙗 - ²⁰²⁴

I'M SORRY IT'S TAKING TOO LONG TO POST HERE, I WILL CORRECT IT IMMEDIATELY

[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: josh washington x gn!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: adore you by harry styles WORD COUNT: 1k REQUESTED: yes

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it was one of those rare, lazy saturday afternoons, where the weather outside was perfect. cool enough to stay inside and cozy up, but still warm enough that the sun lit up the room in golden hues. 

you had invited josh over to spend the day together, and after much debate over what to do, you both decided on something simple: baking. more specifically chocolate truffles.

you could already feel the warmth of the kitchen wrapping around you, lighting your vanilla candle filling the air as josh set up the ingredients on the counter. 

he hummed along to the music playing softly in the background, his hair a bit messy from running his fingers through it in concentration.

"alright," josh said, eyeing the truffle recipe you had pulled up on your phone. "we need to start by chopping up the chocolate. i’m good with that. what’s next?"

you smiled at him. "next, we need to then melt it, and mix it in with the cream and butter. can you do that?"

he gave you a thumbs up, "got it. i’m basically a chocolate connoisseur now."

you both laughed, your hands moving in sync as you worked through the process. the warm, melting chocolate made the kitchen feel even more inviting, but soon enough, josh's playful nature took over. 

you were carefully measuring the ingredients when you accidentally splashed a bit of melted chocolate onto him.

you gasped in mock surprise. “oh no.”

josh froze, his eyes locking onto the bit of chocolate on his cheek. he raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a playful grin. “you did not just do that.”

“maybe i did,” you said, narrowing your eyes mischievously as you reached for a spoonful of chocolate. “you know, it’s only fair i make it up to you.”

before josh could protest, you dipped your finger in the chocolate and lightly traced it down his cheek, smearing the sweetness over his skin. his expression shifted from mock outrage to a smile he couldn’t hide, even as he chuckled.

"really?" he shook his head in disbelief, still trying to act like he was annoyed. but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. “you’re going to regret that.”

“oh, am i?” you stepped closer, grinning as you wiped the chocolate off his cheek with your thumb, then leaned in and gently pressed it to your own lips, savoring the taste. “i think it’s worth it.”

josh smirked, and before you knew it, he was reaching for the bowl of chocolate and dipping his own finger into the rich, dark liquid. he leaned toward you, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. 

“well, if we're playing this game…”

before you could react, he lightly tapped your nose with his chocolate covered finger, leaving a small smear across your skin.

you gasped, “josh!” laughing, you wiped the chocolate from your nose with your sleeve. “oh, it's on now.”

you made a move to get back at him, but josh moved swiftly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. you were so close now that you could feel the warmth of his body, his breath mingling with yours as he slowly lifted his hand from your wrist and placed it gently on your cheek, his thumb brushing over the spot where he had just painted chocolate.

“you know,” he murmured, his voice soft and teasing, “we’re never going to finish these truffles at this rate.”

your heart beating faster from his closeness, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to slow down. all that was left was the quiet hum of the music, the warmth of his hand on your cheek, and the smell of melted chocolate filling the air.

“i think…” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “the truffles can wait.”

josh didn’t say a word in reply. instead, he leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. his lips were warm, the gesture making your heart flutter.

when he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes were softened, searching yours for something. the playful spark was still there, but there was also something tender.

“you’re sweet,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

you smiled up at him, your own heart skipping a beat. “you’re not so bad yourself.”

without another word, he leaned down, his lips met yours in a kiss that was gentle at first, exploring, but soon grew more urgent, more passionate. the world outside the kitchen felt miles away, and in this moment, all that mattered was the connection between the two of you, the warmth of his embrace, and the sweetness of the chocolate.

when you finally pulled back, breathless and grinning,. “guess we should finish the truffles,” he murmured, though his voice was still full of warmth and affection.

you pouted, crossing your arms and giving him a playful look. “do we have to?” you playfully whine. you didn't want to move away from him, didn’t want the moment to end. you just wanted to be wrapped up in him, lost in the soft, comfortable closeness.

josh raised an eyebrow, but he wasn’t eager to pull away either. he took a step closer, his hands sliding to your waist, his lips curling into a smile. “i mean, i guess we could just forget about the truffles… and keep doing this instead.”

his voice was playful, but the way his hands lingered on your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer, said it all. he wasn’t ready to move on just yet.

“hmm, i like that idea,” you teased, leaning into him, savouring the warmth of his body against yours. you let your hands rest on his chest, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “but what about the chocolate?”

he smirked, his face just inches from yours as his thumb gently brushed your cheek. “chocolate’s overrated when i’ve got you to focus on.”

your heart fluttered at his words, and you grinned, your fingers finding their way to his shirt collar. “you’re just saying that because i made you look cute with that little chocolate smear.”

he chuckled, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours in a quick kiss before pulling away slightly. “alright, alright, maybe i’m biased,” he said, laughing softly. “but i’m not ready to let you go just yet. let’s just finish the truffles later, yeah?”

you giggled, your heart doing a little leap. 

“sounds perfect to me.”

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[jealousjersey]

josh futturman bf hcs 📎

some oddly specific. fluff and smut

★ stays in the bathroom sitting on the closed toilet seat while you shower because he’s not done telling you about his day

★ laughs in the middle of intimate moments because of how ridiculous it looks for him to be dating you. he thinks you’re way out of his league

★ can’t keep his hands off of youuuuu he worships the ground you walk on

★ loves period sex, he did his research and knows it’s good for cramps, so why should he let you go through that pain? ;)

★ takes you out to places even though half of the time you end up paying for it. eh, it’s the thought that counts.

★ can’t determine if a stranger is flirting with him until you tell him later that day

★ will attempt to fuck you in any position, he watched a porno of this guy doing really odd positions on the girl so he tries to mimick them. once he fell off the bed.

★ first date you two had he walked straight into a trashcan. you think that’s where you fell in love with him.

★ teaches you how to play different video games. once he yelled at you on accident for getting his character killed and loosing his rank but afterwards he cried for 20 minutes from guilt

★ pretty vanilla in bed, when you suggested spanking he got flustered and said “but i don’t wanna hurt you”

★ let’s you stack donuts on it/wrap fruit roll ups around it/let you hold it while he pisses just because you wanted to

★ “would you still love me if i was a napkin” texts from him

★ thought that a beauty blender was a sex toy

★ makes you order his food in restaurants, he just points at a thing on the menu and mouths “please”

★ matching wallpapers, profile pictures, necklaces, bracelets, stuffed animals…pretty much anything you could think of he wants a matching one with you.

★ spills popcorn on the floor in the movie theater, scoops it all up in his hands so the workers don’t get mad at him

★ wears the shirt that says “don’t bully me i’ll cum :(“ to bed

★ has a “i heart hot moms” tapestry in his room

★ cried at the end of “endgame”

★ called the teacher “mom” on accident in highschool, he’ll never hear the end of it.

★ prefers cats to dogs, his reasoning is “cats won’t rat you out to the cops”

★ prefers slow sex that’s realistically a playlist long. probably listening to the weeknd, bryson tiller, and chase atlantic. not music he’d listen to regularly but it really gets him in the mood

★ first time you had sex with him he came in less than 3 minutes

[changelingsandothernonsense]

I saw a post about drawing the character for the first time. You draw them beautifully btw.

So remember fondly the first time I drew vanilla Teldryn Sero and then it never happened again.

Because I redesigned the bastard and now I draw nothing else XD

[rking200]

((So I was messing around with my freecam and stumbled upon this cute interaction that I don't think you can see in the vanilla game? There's no animation to it so behold:

When the grenade is thrown into the barricade during the Final Chapter protest, Simon is off cam helping North! They just stand there while Markus rolls around on the ground before the scene cuts, but I thought it was cool nonetheless.

Josh can also be seen far off from the rest of them, struggling all on his own :< I still think it's cute that Simon seems to be helping North towards him though

Peek Markus rolling around in the bottom left

That's all! Just wanted to share))