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Wishbone (his real name was Soccer) was born on May 17th, 1988
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Soft and Wet
Josh Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, edging, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, spanking (once), cock warming, etc.
“Come on, mama—“ Josh sounds strained, betraying how close he is as well. “I can feel your gorgeous cunt fluttering around me...let me fucking have it.”
His voice is a low, luscious vibration against your ear from his place behind you. His body, curled up to spoon you aggressively, as his perfect cock drives in and out of you. Dragging just right over your walls on the pull back, and then all over again when his hips snap his length back in all the way to the thick base of it.
Your hand darts back and drags his own down between your legs.
“You could’ve just asked me to touch your pretty pussy, darling.” He whispers, nipping into your neck. “No need to get grabby.”
“Baby...” the pet name whines out of you on a quivering sigh.
“What, pretty girl?” He smiles through a breathless graze of his teeth over your earlobe.
“Please, I—“ A choked gasp cuts you off and his fingertips find your swollen clit.
“Didn’t even have to lick my fingers you’re so wet.” He points out with a rumble deep in his chest. “Cum for me, sweetness. My cock hurts, I need it so bad.”
“What does your cock need?” You pant, reaching back, you sink your fingers into his mouth and pull him closer. “Tell me.”
“My cock needs to feel you. I need to feel you. How you get so fucking tight when you cum, so wet. You make such a mess... my dirty little girl. C’mon, dirty girl, ruin the sheets so I can fuck you full of cum.
He reaches forward and pinches your nipple in punctuation, and you’re a goner.
His name is a filthy, chanted prayer on your lips as you let go and succumb to the orgasm that is raging an inferno of blue flame-euphoria from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes.
“That’s it, mama. Such a good girl. My perfect, pretty girl— feels so fucking good. You’re so sweet to my cock.”
The last sentiment rides out on a final growl of release as he gives in and fills you up as promised - groaning and grabbing at you as he rumbles out nonsensical praises, curses, and your name, like a poem.
You think about those words ‘you’re so sweet to my cock’ You love his cock, and you love his acknowledgment of your care for it even more.
With a shiver, you wait for him to calm. When he slows his hips and nuzzles his nose into the nape of your neck you call his name in a barely audible whisper.
“What is it, mama?” He whispers back so sweetly you’d like to cry.
“I want you to stay.”
“Where would I go, darling?” He sounds confused, but also like he finds it charming, like maybe he thinks he’s fucked you into a state of delirium.
“No—“ you pull him closer and thread your fingers through his. “I want you to stay. Inside me. Please stay? I don’t want you to leave.”
“Oh fuck...” the words rasp out of him low and slow. “You wanna keep my cock nice and warm inside you, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
“You gonna take care of me, sweetness? Keep me safe and sound in your perfect cunt? Such a good girl asking to be my pretty pink cock warmer.”
You snuggle back against him with a contented sigh that mingles with lust in a strange way.
“You’re my sweetheart, aren’t you?” His fingers begin to rake softly through your hair as he slowly grows soft inside you.
It’s such a unique experience. He feels so gentle and different. You’re full, just like always, but his cock seems tender— vulnerable somehow.
He tucks himself around you closer and begins innocent conversation as his finger twirls a lock of your hair.
You speak softly to one another for a while, until he shifts his hips ever so slightly, just to remind you of where his sleeping cock is resting. “You like having me inside you this way, darling?”
“I love it.” You smile lazily, eyes closed.
“I love it too.” His arm wraps protectively around your waist. “You feel so beautiful inside. So soft and safe. Read to me?”
This is a common after sex ritual, and a favorite of his. You’ll grab your book off the nightstand and begin reading aloud to him from wherever you yourself have last left off.
No matter if it’s mid-plot and he’s lost due to coming in late in the game...he doesn’t care.
It’s more about your voice for Josh. Listening to the calming cadence of it, watching your lips move as you form the words. Or, the most treasured of all in his heart, when your cheeks blush peach as you stumble over the words because your brain reads faster than your mouth can move.
Grabbing your book, you begin reading to him in a hushed tone so as not to disturb the haze of lazy calm that has draped itself down around the two of you.
Every so often, he adjusts himself to remind you, and perhaps himself, that his cock is right where it belongs.
It seems so sweet and innocent, having him nestled inside your warmth while you indulge in such a sinless pastime.
But it also feels deliciously, secretly obscene. If anyone were to happen into the room you would appear to be two lovers merely cuddling in the soft glow of a lamp, escaping into a novel together.
You might even have a quick conversation. “Oh! Sorry to bother you two.” “No, not at all. We’re only reading. What do you need?” You might say, while all the while warming his soft cock for him beneath the covers.
The thought alone causes a delicate clench between your legs.
“Mmm..” he hums mischievously. “What was that for, mama?”
“Just thinking.” You offer vaguely, before picking up where you left off mid-paragraph.
“Huh-uh,” he murmurs into your hair, tugging the book from your hand. He tosses it aside. “Tell me, darling, what made your sweet cunt hug my cock so pretty just now?”
“I was just thinking that someone could walk in right now and never know what we’re up to.”
“You’re naughty. I fucking adore the way you’re such a whore for me. No one would ever guess what you’re like when I get you all alone and make that little pussy wet. Wicked little cock slut, and you’re all mine.” He sounds so teasing and sexy. “If someone walked in you’d have a little chat? You wouldn’t make me pull out...you’d just let me stay right here, filling your cunt right up?”
You nod with hungry eagerness. “Hot, isn’t it?”
“Very.” He groans, biting down on your shoulder just deeply enough to burn.
He’s growing hard again, and it’s the strangest, most erotic sensation - the slow stretch as your body works strictly on instinct to welcome him.
His cock has kept his cum buried deep inside you all this time, so when his hips begin to roll, the slide is delectably wet and audible in the room, echoing in the silence. The sound is so filthy...so pornographic...you both moan loudly in appreciation.
“Won’t be able to keep it all in this time, will we pretty girl? You’re so full already, when I cum this time that beautiful cunt is gonna spill over like a champagne flute.”
His indecent sermon rasps into your heart and your pulse flutters frantically. “I can’t wait to feel it all over my thighs.” You whisper back.
His hand trails down your body and presses into your tummy, creating a heavenly pressure when his hips snap his now rock hard length all the way inside.
You shudder and whine, covering his hand with your own to show him you’d like it to stay there.
“You’re such a fucking good girl, aren’t you mama?” His praise sends you reeling. “You take such good care of me...of my cock.” Cock growls out of him primally with a harsh thrust.
The impact sends your breasts bouncing upwards, drawing attention to your nipples, and how painfully hard they are. The fingers of your left hand find them, as the fingers of your right clutch and claw at the pillow beneath your head.
“Just like that, baby.” A blissful sigh somersaults out of you with a twist low in your belly. “Keep fucking me just like that, I’m close.”
In response, his body grinds its gears to a halt. However, a despairing moan proves it has pained him greatly to stop.
“Josh...” you try your hardest to fuck yourself back onto him. “I want to cum.”
He grips your waist with enough force to keep you still -and likely leave marks to remind you of where his fingers have been- “Read to me.” He doesn’t phrase it as a request this time around.
“What?” You’re confused and desperate. Your blood feels venomous with need as it races through your veins.
“Read.” He repeats, holding you down firmly.
Nodding, you reach for the discarded paperback, because what else would you do? He fucking owns you right now. You know it, and he knows it just as well.
You begin, croaking the words out in a fucked out timbre you hardly recognize as your own.
“That’s my girl.” You can hear the half-smile in his tone.
You interrupt the auto pilot manner in which you’re reciting the passage long enough to beg. “Josh, move...please.”
“No.” His arms wraps around your waist even tighter, pinning you close. “Be a good little cock warmer and do as you’re told. Read.”
Fuck.
Forcing yourself to ignore how fucking good he feels inside of you, moving or still. How hard, how impossibly big, how scorchingly hot, you do as he’s ordered and read to him quietly. All the while with his gorgeous, teasing cock motionless inside your throbbing cunt.
His fingers begin rolling your nipple and then blaze a slow trail down to toy with your achingly neglected clit.
When you falter at his touch and allow the book to flop loosely from your grip he lands a sharp crack against your thigh. “I said read, mama.”
Pages later, silent, salty tears chase each other down your cheeks as he twitches and flexes inside of you.
“Please, Josh—“ you should care about how pathetic and needy you sound right now. But, you don’t...not even a little bit. “Please move, fuck me. Please! You want it too, I can feel your cock pulsing inside me.”
“Are you crying for my cock?” He sounds endlessly pleased. “Does my pretty girl want it badly enough to cry like a spoiled brat to get her way?”
“Yes!” The word bursts out of you, a frantic plea.
“Do you like being my sweet little cock warmer?” He speaks softly, dragging the torment out. “You like keeping it tucked away inside you where you’re all soft and wet?”
“I love it, baby.” You mewl, trying your hardest to squirm and writhe in search of friction.
“But now you’re ready for a good fucking, right?” His question lilts up, causing your stomach to cave in with a gasp. “Ready to cum on this cock you love so much?”
“So ready...” You nod with shameless urgency. “Fucking give it to me, Josh. Come on.”
Your body is scrambling to break free of his restrictive hold. You need to move, you need to fuck.
Seconds later, he relinquishes the cage of his arms and you instantly spring into action, throwing yourself back feverishly...essentially fucking yourself with his cock.
“That’s it, mama...” he whimpers soft as satin “Fuck yourself with it. Use me.”
“Yeah...” you nod wildly, losing all sense of time and place, giving in completely to the dark pleasure buzzing along your flushed skin.
His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tenderly, with a hint of aggression that makes you feel feral and out of control. “Cum for me, mama. I wanna fucking drown in it.”
His grip crushes your throat just as your orgasm peeks over the horizon, rising into existence like the sun. “Fuck yes...” he grunts, working himself in and out of you with increased urgency as you throb and pulse, wet and slick around him.
It’s surreal, almost impossible, how intensely you’re cumming. Your whole body feels consumed by the burning heat of your climax. Each wave rolls and ripples it’s way through you on a seemingly unending loop, until at last, you collapse in exhaustion, resting the full weight of your exhausted body onto the bed and back against his sweat drenched chest.
He takes over, thrusting his hips upward over and over, and until his ministrations become staggered, losing their rhythm as his collected demeanor disappears.
“Oh fuck, mama...” he groans and shakes softly, wrapped around you, as if a frigid breeze has infiltrated the room. “Fuck!”
Just like you had hoped, you can feel his release spilling over, running in tiny rivers down onto your skin. “That’s it baby...” you encourage, soft and sweet. “All over my thighs, I want it.”
He nods against your shoulder, gasping and groaning his way through, until his entire body tenses to an unbelievable degree, until he is shaking as though he’s freezing. Then, after what seems like a very long time, he relaxes with a drawn out sigh of complete release.
“Goddamn, mama...” he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.
“I know.” You’re shocked wide awake and alive by the intensity of what just happened, yet also lulled into a dreamlike state by it.
He pulls out and a noise of protest comes whimpering of you.
“Are you whining because you’re overstimulated or because you’re empty?” His question teases over the sensitive flesh where your shoulder meets your neck.
“Because I’m empty.” You can’t help the pout that’s evident in your reply. “Come back.”
“Want me to stay?” He whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly as he catches his breath and slips back into you.
“Yes.” You sigh back, already handing yourself over to sleep. “I don’t want you to ever leave.”
His quiet ‘I love you’ is the last thing you hear before unconsciousness drags you under.
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You Are Enough
Pairing: Josh Kiszka X fem!Reader
Summary: Josh comforts you after he finds you in the midst of a depressive episode in your shared apartment.
Warnings: Mentions of depression and bad thoughts
Please Note: Josh Kiszka is a real person that I have never met and the way I’ve written him should not be seen as anything but a work of fiction.
Word Count: 1.2k
a/n: i hope y’all like this :) and don’t be afraid to send any gvf related requests my inbox ! (i write for josh and jake)
Josh returned from the studio that day to your shared apartment to find it silent and completely dark, not a single light was on in your entire home. It was as if all the life and love present here had just been sucked out.
“(y/n)?” Josh called out, wondering if something bad had happened today while he was gone and you were here all alone.
He called out your name once more but all he got in return again was pure, worrying silence as his heart sunk to his stomach.
His eyebrows then began to furrow with worry as he realized that the house being in this state could only mean one thing, that the depressive episode that had been brewing for the last week had finally hit you.
And while Josh had never been there for one of your depressive episodes before as you two had been together for a little over a year, he still knew how they were for you as you had been really open with him about them pretty early into your relationship.
He slowly walked into your shared bedroom and his heart broke right then and there for you the second he saw you curled up on top of the bed, the biggest blanket you owned covering you completely except for the very top of your head.
Josh then slowly pulled the blanket all the way off of your head whilst he crouched down in front of you, gently rubbing circles into your leg that was hanging off of the bed while he started to speak, “Hey, mama.” he quietly murmured to you, a soft smile on his face.
“Hi, Josh.” you almost silently replied as you tried to pull the blanket back over your head, not quite ready to face the world yet, but Josh didn’t let this happen.
He was going to help you to the best of his abilities every step of the way because in his mind you along with anyone else who struggled with depression, didn’t deserve to go through this sort of thing alone.
He would always be there for you for the rest of your lives whether you wanted him to be or not.
But in this case, you were extremely glad that he was there. During this entire day you had been dealing with those horrible thoughts that always pop into your head when you are feeling this way and all you needed right now was Josh to comfort you.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, dove?” he kindly asked you, a quiet volume still to his voice so that he didn’t overwhelm you with it.
“Too much, it’s just too loud up there. I can barely take it all anymore.” you mumbled as you pointed to your head, feeling too mentally exhausted to explain everything that was going on in your head.
And for Josh, that short explanation you had just given him was more than enough. He listened to what you had said with eager eyes whilst he started to stroke your cheek and bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
“Before we do anything else, I just want to say that you are more than enough, my love. I wake up every morning and go to sleep every night with a smile on my face all because of you. And I don’t know what I’d ever do without you, mama. So, what can I do to help?” he gently asked you, slowly starting to sit next to you on the bed so that he could hug you once he was done talking.
You lightly smiled at the sound of the things he had just told you, but before you even thought about responding to his question, you accepted the hug he was offering you with his hands out in front of him.
Your cheeks lightly blushed while you pulled him in for this long hug as you could feel the necklace he had on today bumping against your own as he rubbed your back and muttered comforting things into your ear.
“For tonight, I just want to take a bath with you and then get some takeout for us to eat while we watch a movie. Is that okay with you?” you replied answering his question two minutes after he initially asked it, still not having the motivation to leave his arms.
Josh started to speak to you once more as he pulled away from your arms, making you groan at him in response, “Yes, that is more than okay with me.” he told you with a smile on your face and a look in his eyes that made you softly smile again.
You nodded in response to his wordless question, prompting him to scoop you up into his arms bridal style, causing a noise of surprise to escape your slightly chapped lips.
You watched with admiration in your eyes as you sat on the counter in your decently sized bathroom and Josh began to fill up the pretty big bathtub you two had in your apartment.
And once it was full not too long after he had turned it on, he got you undressed so that all you would have to think about right now is relaxing in your handsome boyfriends arms.
You then let your eyes flutter shut as you felt Josh get in behind you in the comforting bathtub and take you in his arms. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder as you got settled in between his legs and on top of his chest.
“I love you, Joshy. Thank you for this.” you sleepily mumbled to him, unconsciously snaking your arms around his waist that was submerged in the warm water.
“No need to thank me, mama. I would do this for you anytime.” he cutely made known to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips prior to you falling asleep on his chest while the two of you were still in the tub.
And as you fell asleep, he let his hands trail down to the top of your butt where he very slowly began to rest his hands upon it, not wanting to startle you awake.
— Time Skip: An hour and a half —
In this present moment, you and Josh were cuddling on the couch in your apartment as you two contently ate the food Josh had ordered just before he woke you up from your peaceful nap in the bathtub.
On the tv there was some random movie playing that you genuinely couldn’t be bothered to remember the title of, you just wanted an excuse to get your boyfriend to cuddle with you without you having to awkwardly ask.
You wanted this as you believed that you didn’t deserve Josh and his undivided love for you. But maybe this time, getting through an episode would be a bit easier now that you had Josh by your side.
“I love you, my sweet girl and you do deserve my love, I promise you.” Josh reminded you, as if he could some how read your thoughts but in reality he could just tell by that look in your eyes.
You gazed him into his brown eyes, your cheeks lightly blushing once more as you replied to him, “I love you too, handsome.” you said, making him blush with you as you then pressed another kiss to his soft lips.
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