josh&anna

mbti celebrity types

INFJ

Hugh Grant - Carl Gustav Jung - Niels Bohr - Ryan Gosling - 

 Andy Samberg - Enya - Jamie Bell - Larry Page - J.K. Rowling - Nicolas Cage 

- Florence Welch - Heath Ledger - Chris Martin - Jim Sturgess - 

Emma Watson - Martin Luther King, Jr. - Simone de Beauvoir - Agatha Christie

- Marilyn Manson - Al Pacino - Adrien Brody - Cate Blanchett - Blake Jenner

- Michelle Pfeiffer - Rooney Mara - Carey Mulligan - David Schwimmer - 

Tilda Swinton - Joanna Newsom - Sufjan Stevens - George Harrison - 

Jennifer Connelly - Joseph Gordon-Levitt - Michelle Williams - Zoella -

Jena Malone - Logan Lerman - Noah Taylor - Dylan Minnette - Justin Long -

Ginnifer Goodwin - Chiwetel Ejiofor - John Boyega - Shawn Mendes - 

Nick Jonas - Hilary Duff - Liam Hemsworth - Mike Bailey - Rupert Grint - 

Millie Bobby Brown - Shannon Purser -  Mara Wilson - PJ Liguori - Alexis Bledel 

- Cory Monteith - Aurora Aksnes - Allison Raskin - Tegan Rain Quin - 

Dan Howell - Jack Harries - Scott Hoying


ENFJ 

Zooey Deschanel - Nelson Mandela - Oprah Winfrey - Nigella Lawson - Bono -

Helena Bonham Carter - Bradley Cooper - Jennifer Lawrence - 

Dakota Fanning - Michael Moore - Zack de la Rocha - Chris Hemsworth - 

Chris Evans - Chris Pratt - Nat Wolff - Rachel Weisz - Jack Black - 

- Anjelica Huston - Jessie J - Gabbie Hanna - Eddie Vedder - Avi Kaplan -

Demi Lovato - Peter Jackson - Sam Claflin - Geena Davis - James Corden 

- Drake - Nina Dobrev - Victoria Justice - Gaten Matarazzo - Bridgit Mendler 

- Kirsten Vangsness - Bernie Sanders - Mike Shinoda - Serj Tankian - 

Hannah Hart - Chester See - Jonghyun ( Shinee ) - Eddie Murphy - 

Thomas Sanders - Nicholas Hoult - Ella Henderson - Ashlee Simpson - 

Kelly Rowland - Hayden Panettiere - Chord Overstreet - Kate Winslet 


INTJ

Jude Law - Friedrich Nietzsche - Mark Zuckerberg - Isaac Newton -

Nikola Tesla - Stephen Hawking - Jean-Paul Sartre - James Cameron -

Annie Clark - Ashley Olsen - Jay-Z - Patrick Stewart - Daniel Day-Lewis -

Jason Bateman - Lucy Liu - Demi Moore - Simon Cowell - Kate Bosworth -

Cillian Murphy - Orlando Bloom - Ludacris - Hugh Laurie - Adam Brody -

Zedd - Frankie Muniz - Douglas Booth - Tom Felton - Joe Sugg - Krystal Jung

- Minho ( Shinee ) - FKA Twigs - Eugene Lee Yang - Jordana Brewster - 

Adam Levine - Zendaya - Maggie Q - Sinéad O'Connor - Jeremy Irons - 

Kevin Spacey - Michael Pitt - Wes Bentley


ENTJ

Denzel Washington - Pink - Macklemore - Bill Gates - George Clooney - 

Charlize Theron - Adele - Tea Leoni - Katharine Hepburn - Cobie Smulders -

Prince William - Idris Elba - Ben Affleck - Casey Affleck - Zoe Saldana - 

Ryan Reynolds - Chris Pine - Jamie Foxx - Jason Lee - Lenny Kravitz -

Fairuza Balk - Kate McKinnon - Rose Byrne - Penn Badgley - Leighton Meester

- Chad Kroeger - Aaron Taylor-Johnson - Elizabeth Olsen - Miles Teller 

- Camila Cabello - Calvin Harris - Peter Dinklage - Annette Bening - 

Kat Dennings - Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Willa Holland - Naomi Scott - 

Lilly Singh - Philip DeFranco - Evan Edinger - Melanie Lynskey - 

Safiya Nygaard - Anton Yelchin - Sharon Stone - Kate Middleton - Naya Rivera 

- Jennifer Lopez 


INTP

Steven Spielberg - Albert Einstein - Charles Darwin - Robyn - Dan Fogler

- Sergey Brin - Jesse Eisenberg - Charlotte Gainsbourg - Sigourney Weaver - 

Tina Fey - Andreas Scholl - George R.R. Martin - Nicolas Winding Refn - 

Adam Driver - Louis C.K. - Emily Blunt - Anna Kendrick - Josh Radnor - 

Sandra Bullock - Daniel Radcliffe - Dylan O'Brien - Emma Roberts - 

Sara Paxton - Jonah Hill - Christopher Mintz-Plasse - Seth Rogen - 

Michael Cera - Kristen Wiig - Kaley Cuoco - Emma Stone - Asa Butterfield 

- Piper Perabo - That Poppy - Jim Chapman - Link Neal - 

Dakota Blue Richards - Alexander Arnold - Ashley Tisdale - Patrick Fugit 

- Shawna Howson - John Cusack - Meg Ryan - Paul Dano - Emile Hirsch - 

Zach Galifianakis - Jason Biggs


ENTP 

Barack Obama - Robert Downey Jr. - Stephen Fry - Amy Poehler - 

Gillian Anderson - Rose McGowan - Paris Hilton - Robbie Williams - 

Mads Mikkelsen - Jessica Chastain - Ellen DeGeneres - Jack White - 

Shia LaBeouf - Amy Schumer - Julia Roberts - Colin Farrell - Samantha Morton

- Philip Seymour Hoffman - Amy Poehler - Jason Sudeikis - Sia - Kerli - 

Ian McKellen - Elizabeth Banks - Natalie Dormer - Eva Green - Mia Kirshner - 

Katherine Moennig - Judi Dench - Glenn Close - Paul Bettany - Kim Basinger -

Alan Rickman - Mark Pellegrino - Matthew Modine - Traci Lords - 

Grace Helbig - Victoria Song - Debbie Harry - Andrew Scott - Lee Pace - 

Bill Nighy - Rebel Wilson - Julie Benz - Jonny Lee Miller - Onision - Markiplier - 

Shane Dawson - Gene Wilder - Rory Cochrane - Laura Pergolizzi - 

Patrick Wilson - Kaya Scodelario - Tom Hanks - Steve Martin - Lauren Jauregui

- Jonathan Rhys Meyers - Peter Sarsgaard - Dustin Hoffman - Lena Olin -

Mikael Persbrandt - Katherine Waterston - Kiefer Sutherland - Tim Robbins - 

Tana Mongeau - Kate Beckinsale - Frank Langella - Mena Suvari 

- Kevin Costner - Iggy Azalea - Karina Lombard


INFP

 George Orwell - J.R.R. Tolkien - C.S. Lewis - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

- Edgar Allan Poe - Franz Kafka - Vincent van Gogh - William Shakespeare -

Jim Morrison - Kurt Cobain - Ian Curtis - Robert Smith - Johnny Depp -

Tim Burton - Bill Watterson - Bjork - Fiona Apple - Thom Yorke - Morrissey

- David Lynch - Andy Warhol - Andrew Garfield - Mia Wasikowska -

Mary-Kate Olsen - Regina Spektor - Lana Del Rey - Julianne Moore -

Carly Rae Jepsen - Winona Ryder - Freddie Highmore - Emilia Clarke -  

Elle Fanning - Christina Hendricks - Jaden Smith - Elijah Wood -

Dominic Monaghan - Emilie de Ravin - Hannah Murray - Bonnie Wright 

- Natalia Dyer - Charlie Heaton - Noah Schnapp - Troye Sivan - 

Matthew Gray Gubler - Princess Diana - Audrey Tautou - Sara Bareilles

- Lee Tae-min - Marzia Bisognin - Hank Green - Dodie Clark - Sara Quin

- Savannah Brown - Chandler Riggs - Bill Kaulitz - John Legend - 

Emily Browning - Audrey Hepburn - Matthew Morrison - Birdy - Igor Hiller - 

Hugh Dancy - Gregory Smith - Jen Ruggirello - Tracy Chapman 



ENFP

Claire Danes - Will Smith - Jennifer Jason Leigh - Gwyneth Paltrow - 

Oscar Wilde - Aldous Huxley - Umberto Eco - Anne Frank - Walt Disney - 

Osho - Salvador Dali - George Carlin - Ricky Gervais - Robin Williams -  

Gwen Stefani - Brittany Murphy - Brie Larson - Portia de Rossi -  

Ewan McGregor - Jamie Lee Curtis - Kate Hudson - Jimmy Fallon - 

Kristen Bell - Minnie Driver - Melissa Benoist - Stanley Tucci -

Willow Smith - Lorde - Susan Sarandon - Alfie Deyes - Steve Carell

- Luna ( f(x) ) - Janis Joplin - Alanis Morissette - Martin Freeman - 

Calista Flockhart - Jane Lynch - Gaby Dunn - Mary Steenburgen - Lili Taylor - 

Shakira - Caroline Dhavernas - Elisabeth Shue - Diego Luna - Amanda Peet - 

Julie Delpy - Louise Pentland - Elise Bauman - Bette Midler - Paul Giamatti - 

Sally Field - Emmy Rossum - Ryan Seacrest - Louis Tomlinson - Leisha Hailey


ISTP

Trent Reznor - Robert Pattinson - Steve Jobs - Clint Eastwood -

Stanley Kubrick - Frank Zappa - Harrison Ford - Eminem - Christian Bale

- Scarlett Johansson - Ellen Page - Kristen Stewart - Snoop Dogg -

Bruce Lee - Daniel Craig - Kate Mara - Ralph Fiennes - Alexander Skarsgård -

Keanu Reeves - River Phoenix - Zayn Malik - Avicii - Paul Walker -  

Milo Ventimiglia - Sehun ( EXO ) - Patti Smith - Max Thieriot - Jodie Foster -

Jennifer Carpenter - Chyler Leigh - Missy Peregrym - Teresa Palmer - 

Ethan Hawke - Erika Linder - Phil Lester - Kevin Bacon - Matt Bellamy - 

Tom Cruise - Avril Lavigne - Robert Redford - James Dean - Finn Harries - 

Shannon Beveridge


ESTP

Lady Gaga - Mel Gibson - Evan Rachel Wood - Malcolm X - Andy Biersack -

Angelina Jolie - Ryan Murphy - Helen Mirren - Mila Kunis - Julia Stiles -

Chloe Grace Moretz - Megan Fox - Agnes Bruckner - Kevin Zegers - 

Dave Franco - James Franco - Alison Pill - Billy Corgan - Léa Seydoux -

Seann William Scott - Ashley Benson - Jared Leto - Dita von Teese -

Khloé Kardashian - Halsey - Josh Holloway - Lana Parrilla - Clea DuVall -

Madonna - Amy Lee - Jensen Ackles - Ian Somerhalder - Finn Wolfhard - 

Gerard Way - Jackson Wang - Dido - Skylar Grey - Kelly Clarkson - 

Abbie Cornish - Mandy Moore - Elisha Cuthbert - Theo James - 

Bradley James - Jenny Shimizu - Mitch Grassi - Jenna McDougall 


ISFP

Mahatma Gandhi - Thich Nhat Hanh - Michael Jackson - Paul McCartney - 

Kate Bush - David Bowie - Nicole Kidman - Jessica Biel - Steven Tyler

- Britney Spears - Rihanna - Leona Lewis - Jayma Mays - Kesha -

John Travolta - Liv Tyler - Drew Barrymore - Prince Harry - Christina Aguilera -

Katy Perry - Leonardo DiCaprio - Justin Bieber - Lindsay Lohan - 

Jennifer Garner - Selena Gomez - Ariana Grande - Tori Amos -  

- Bruce Willis - Dalai Lama XIV - Bill Murray - Ashton Kutcher - Ruby Rose -

Shailene Woodley - Amy Adams - Lily Collins - Kyle Gass - Taylor Lautner - 

- Big Sean - Tove Lo - Rachel Bilson - Michael Bublé - iJustine - Prince -

Jared Padalecki - Vic Fuentes - Jimi Hendrix - Frank Ocean - Jonsi -  

Caspar Lee - Ingrid Nilsen - Rosanna Pansino - Xiumin ( EXO ) - 

Lindsey Stirling 


ESFP

Desmond Tutu - Beyonce - Marina Diamandis - Cameron Diaz -

Hugh Hefner - Jessica Alba - Daisy Ridley - Woody Allen - Amy Winehouse -

Miley Cyrus - Keira Knightley - Alicia Silverstone - Marilyn Monroe - 

Lea Michele - Eva Mendes - Octavia Spencer - Kourtney Kardashian -  

Cara Delevingne - Ringo Starr - Pharrell Williams - Robert Sheehan -  

Hayley Kiyoko - Tyler Oakley - G-Dragon - Alexis Knapp - Brad Pitt - 

Benedict Cumberbatch - Jenna Marbles - China Anne McClain - 

Michelle Trachtenberg - Samm Levine - Linda Cardellini - Camilla Belle - 

Elton John - Janelle Monae


ISFJ

Justin Timberlake - Paulo Coelho - Julian Casablancas - Richard Gere -

John Lennon - Chloe Sevigny - Rosa Parks - Mother Teresa - Naomi Watts 

- Katie Holmes - Kirsten Dunst - Alicia Vikander - Nicole Richie - Cher

- Renée Zellweger - Taissa Farmiga - Eddie Redmayne - Alyson Hannigan -

Ben Stiller - Owen Wilson - Emily Osment - Sam Tsui -

Matthew McConaughey - Tobey Maguire - Tony Revolori - Kiesza - 

Michelle Rodriguez - Matthew Lewis - Jason Mraz - Rami Malek - Tyler Posey - 

Sigmund Freud - Niomi Smart - Michael Keaton - Antonio Banderas - 

Dakota Johnson - Dev Patel - Ollie Barbieri - Lucas Grabeel - Brittany Snow

 - Darren Criss - Chris Colfer - Billy Crudup - James McAvoy - Lizzy Caplan - 

Isla Fisher - Sofia Coppola - Nina Nesbitt - Jennifer Beals


ESFJ

Che Guevara - Nicki Minaj - Francis (Pope) - Penelope Cruz - Anne Hathaway

- Whitney Houston - Mariah Carey - Celine Dion - Shania Twain - 

Hugh Jackman - Woody Harrelson - Adam Young - Courtney Love - 

Randy Jackson - Ed Sheeran - Jason Segel - Vin Diesel - Ezra Miller -

Alicia Keys - Tyra Banks - Victoria Beckham - Vanessa Hudgens -  

Sarah Jessica Parker - Milla Jovovich - AnnaSophia Robb - Fran Drescher -

Rashida Jones - Jennifer Aniston - Sarah Michelle Gellar - Amanda Seyfried -

Charli XCX - Evan Peters - Melissa McCarthy - Robin Thicke - Mark Ruffalo - 

George Michael - Adam Lambert - Hayley Williams - Jeffrey Dean Morgan 

- Kellin Quinn Bostwick - Kanye West - Kim Kardashian - Joey Graceffa - 

Tanya Burr - Rhett James McLaughlin - Laci Green - David Beckham -

Laura Jane Grace - Nelly Furtado - Mark Salling - Toby Turner - 

Natasha Lyonne - Rosie O'Donnell - Jessica Simpson - Pam Grier


ISTJ

Christopher Walken - Anthony Hopkins - Halle Berry - Robert De Niro - 

Sean Connery - Morgan Freeman - Nick Offerman - Natalie Portman - 

Matt Damon -  Uma Thurman - Emma Thompson - Maggie Smith - 

Mark Wahlberg - Patricia Arquette - Mary J. Blige - Liam Payne - Kate Moss 

- Christopher Lee - Naveen Andrews - Kit Harington - Diane Keaton - 

Jeremy Renner - Helen Hunt - Sharon den Adel - Kat Von D - 

- Caleb McLaughlin - Marcus Butler - PewDiePie - Donald Sutherland - 

Kina Grannis - Kurt Hugo Schneider - Leelee Sobieski - Ben McKenzie - 

Joaquin Phoenix - Parminder Nagra - David Suchet - Agyness Deyn - 

Marion Cotillard - Diane Kruger - Ben Chaplin


ESTJ

John Malkovich - Courteney Cox - Alec Baldwin - Jenny McCarthy - 

Judy Davis - Meryl Streep - Jack Nicholson - Ansel Elgort - Amber Heard -

Frances McDormand - Sasha Grey - Taylor Momsen - Ed Westwick - 

J. K. Simmons - Christopher Lloyd - Jada Pinkett Smith - Connie Nielsen -

Elsa Pataky - Eva Longoria - Lena Headey - Kathy Bates - Jessica Lange - 

Mark Ronson - Michael Angarano - Katie Cassidy - Diane Lane - 

Joseph Morgan - Joe Keery - Quentin Tarantino - Lyndsey Gunnulfsen - 

Michelle Obama - Anna Akana - Yixing Zhang - Kathleen Turner - Dave Grohl

- Freya Mavor - MØ - Lykke Li - Michael C. Hall - Jaime Murray - 

Katherine Heigl - Mel B - Vera Farmiga - Marcia Gay Harden - Tara Reid -

Charlotte Sullivan - Elizabeth Perkins - Catherine Zeta-Jones

An Unforgettable Ride - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: inspired by the lovely josh dun is my first smut piece! i got a request for a disneyland smut for josh since he was recently there and i had to post it asap. i have also only been to the california disneyland so if it’s not accurate that’s why. and im also listening to a classic disney songs playlist. enjoy. this took forever.

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Fluff, Full Smut

Warnings: DisneyWorld sex, public thrills, cursing, sex sex sex, unprotected (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blood, all the good shit (i think thats it?)


Touring with the band twenty one pilots was always interesting. But lately, you had felt like you were going stir crazy. No doubt, something interesting was always going on, but you wanted to go explore the world you were touring. The boys had a show in Tampa in a few days, so they spent those days rehearsing while you spent the day roaming the arena, laying in Josh’s bunk, or laying in the dressing room. The boys were about to wrap up for the night, so you decided to make your way to the bus early. 

As you settled in the bunk, you pulled out your laptop and scrolled through movies. You decided on The Little Mermaid and you sat back, not bothering to plug in your headphones, leaving the sound playing loudly, making you immersed in it.

However, just as Kiss The Girl was playing, you hear Tyler and Josh bounding onto the bus, laughing about something you didn’t know of. 

“Where’s my girl?” Josh called out.

You stuck your hand out of the bunk signaling your location. You heard the footsteps padding in your direction and you jumped slightly as a damp Josh whipped open the curtain. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and his hair was damp from the shower he just took. Water droplets rested on his toned shoulders and you stared for a moment, but turned back to the movie. He leans down to watch the end of the song and cheekily turns to you, kissing you softly. You pull away laughing.

“Stop being so cheesy, you make me sick,” Tyler comments, laying in his own bunk.

You turn back to the movie and Josh squeezes into the confined space to cuddle up to you and watch with you. Throughout the movie, you share small talk and enjoy each others company. When the movie is over, the idea suddenly pops in your head.

“Let’s go to Disneyworld!” you nearly shout. Josh looks at you with excited eyes. Since they have the day off tomorrow, it would be perfect. Josh nudges Tyler in his bunk, who is facetiming Jenna.

“Hey dude you wanna go with us to Disney tomorrow?” He asks. Tyler pulls out his earphones and turns to Josh.

“No, I think I’m just going to chill here. You and Y/N should go though, it will be the ultimate goals!” Tyler emphasizes the last bit with a girly voice, making you both laugh. You silently thank the gods that Tyler is going.

Touring was amazing, truly in every way. But you and Josh had barely had any alone time in weeks and you were suffering. The last time you got two minutes alone in the dressing room, Tyler walked in on you, pants off, Josh’s bright yellow hair between your thighs. You hadn’t done as much as feel each other up since. Maybe you would get some more alone time in a Disney bathroom, you hoped. Twisted, so twisted, but the thought made your thighs clamp together.

“So it’s set, tomorrow, you, me, and Walk Disney!” Josh climbed into the bunk again, nearly pouncing on you with excitement.

“I can’t wait!” you responded with as much enthusiasm.

“Let’s watch Hercules now!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child, settling comfortably next to you. You clicked on the movie, settling into Josh with his arm wrapped around you.


Sometime during Hercules, you had fallen asleep soundly. Early the next morning, you had woken up by Josh shaking your arm and repeating the phrase ‘disneyworld’ over and over until you got up.

You slipped on some comfortable clothes and brushed your hair, applying a comfortable amount of makeup on the couch with a mirror on the table beside the couch. Josh walked into the room you were applying makeup to grab a shirt, shirtless and wearing black jeans and you couldn’t help but stare. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at his back flexing as he bent over.

“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking and sauntering over to you. You nodded, still biting your lip, as he got close to your face. You turned to him so that you were sitting, facing front on the couch as he put his arms down, boxing you in with his arms against the couch.

“Do something about it, then,” he said.

You lunged at him, standing up and attaching your lips to his. You jumped, and he caught you, holding your backside with his big hands. He laid you down on the couch, settling on top of you, keeping your lips attached.

As always, Tyler opened the slide door and started to talk but stopped when he saw what was going down.

“Josh the uber is here- oh my god not again,” he said covering his eyes. You two didn’t even jump back, just detached your lips and Josh sighed, hanging his head.

“Alright Ty, we’ll be right out,” he said.

He picked his head up and muttered, “to be continued,” as he pecked your nose and climbed off of you. He slipped on a white tank top and you fixed your lipstick and adjusted your hair, picking up your bag and heading out the door with Josh following. You both waved goodbye to Tyler and nearly leaped off the bus, happy to be having some alone time.

The entire ride to the theme park, Josh was about to explode with excitement, as were you. As the uber dropped you off, you and Josh climbed out of the car and nearly ran to the ticket booth, paying and getting tickets to go inside.

Once you got your bag checked and your ticket scanned, you walked into the entrance, smiling and looking around, taking in the full ambience of everything.

Josh slipped his hands in yours and spun you around, laughing. You walked into the park, hand in hand, excited as the kids around you.

You decided to ride the ‘big rides’ first so that you can make your way back to the kiddie park and ride rides there on your way out.

After riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, and many others, you made your way to the final ride of the ‘big’ rides: Tower of Terror. This was your absolute favorite ride and you nearly combusted when you saw it. You ran to get in line, ignoring the stares you were getting. The people just in front of you glanced at you and snapped their head forward. When it was almost time to get on the elevator seat carriage. You looked and saw the person was acting strange, but saw the back of their shirt. On the back of the black shirt donned a twenty one pilots logo. You smiled at Josh and pointed. Josh smiled, wanting to poke fun.

“Hey,” he said, tapping the person, “What are those marks on your shirt?” he asked, smirking. The person and their friends smiled and hugged Josh, snapping pictures with him.

You had sat right in front of the fans during the ride and as the ride took you up and dropped, Josh held your hand tightly in the air as you screamed with joy.

As you exited the ride, you and Josh waved bye to the fans, before heading to the castle where all the princesses were. You snapped a picture of Josh meeting Elsa and Anna per fan’s request, and put it on Twitter and Snapchat, laughing at the explosive responses.

It had come time to start finishing up, and the last ride you decided on was the Little Mermaid ride. Since the ride was dark, kind of lengthy, and you were mostly away from other people for the majority of the time, you made an action plan in your head and smirked.

Sat in the seashell seats, once you and Josh entered the darkness, you leaned over and placed your mouth on his roughly. Josh got the message quickly and grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you may bruise. He moved and kissed the side of your neck, making you moan softly. You shifted so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him in the confined space. He came to your lips and whispered, “You gotta be quiet, babygirl. Wouldn’t want everyone else on this ride knowing you’re my little whore.”

The moment he said that, the ride came to a halt. You and Josh pulled away and looked around, you kneeling and straddling his lap, your heat on his crotch that you could feel hardening. The music still contunued playing, the visuals still moving, but the seashell cart you were in was completely stopped. It was strange mainly because the ride was a nonstop ride and was supposed to always be in motion. Part of Your World suddenly faded out and the announcer came on the loud speaker. 

“Dear DisneyWorld attendees, we are expiriencing some technical difficulties. Please stay remained in your seat and remain calm until the ride continues or instructed otherwise,” he said, then the music continued playing.

This was all Josh needed to reattach his lips to yours as his hand travelled to your breast. He felt it and cupped it, squeezing it softly. He kept your lips attached to his, and his hand travelled further down your body until it was resting where you needed him the most. He rubbed your heat through your jeans and kissed the spot on your neck that drove you crazy.

“Josh.. please,” you moaned in a whisper.

“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he smirked.

“Touch me,” you moaned again. 

Josh moaned, kissing your lips again, as his hand skillfully unbuttoned your jeans with one hand. He slipped his single hand into your pants and delved into your folds.

“You’re such a dirty whore, look at you. All drenched for me on a fucking children’s ride,” he whispered as you moaned at his words.

He quickly reached up with his other hand and covered your mouth.

“You filthy little girl, you gotta keep it down baby,” he smirked.

His fingers rubbed your clit in vigorous circles as you nearly bit his hand in pleasure. He sucked at your neck and bit softly, leaving a mark as you yelped. He continued to rub while your hands grabbed the back of his white tank in fistfulls. Suddenly, his slender fingers slipped inside of you, making you arch your body towards his. 

The ride finally started moving again and Josh only worked his fingers faster inside you. You felt the heat growing in the pit of your stomach. 

“J- Josh, I’m close baby,” You said, screwing your eyes shut, ready for the pent up feelings to be released.

“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean.

“What the fuck?” You angrily asked, settling down in your seat again.

“We’re almost at the end of the ride, baby,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“This isn’t over,” you glared at him with dark eyes.

“I sure hope not,” he grins, sitting back in his seat. 

The ride opens up again and you are faced with the setting sun and loads of people waiting. You two nearly jump out of the ride and he takes your hand in his, still damp from the events earlier. You exit the ride and the worker smiles at you, but your focus is set to one place: the parking lot. People are staring at you two, probably because of the light bruises on your neck and the obvious bulge in Josh’s jeans. You whip out your phone, ready to schedule an uber, but you’re cut short.

“Josh Dun!” a boy exclaims. Josh smiles, pulling his shirt down to cover the obvious tightness in his lower region. You pull back a bit and see the small crowd of fans forming. Josh pulls in the guy for a hug, poses for a picture, and you see some girls in the tiny group giggling and staring at you. They approach you and shyly ask for a picture, which you put up a fake smile, getting in the selfie. Just before the picture snaps, you see the large hickey on your neck, which is proudly out for the picture. Your heart drops, but before you could say a thing, Josh is the one pulling you away. As more people start to recognize him, Josh starts looking around. Once he spots it, he drags you towards the secluded area.

“Josh what are we doing?” you ask, frustrated and tired of him pulling your arm.

“I can’t fucking wait until the tour bus. We’re taking care of this right the hell now,” he mutters, voice taken down a few octaves.

He sees the ajar closet beside a restaurant and rushes in with you in tow. He slams the door, locks it, and slams you up against it, connecting his mouth to yours with a sloppy kiss. 

“You dirty girl,” he moans, gripping the bottom of your shirt and roughly pulling it off of you, sending your sequined Mickey ears flying. You do the same, throwing his white tank top to the side, his own Mickey ears going with it. You run your fingers through his bright yellow hair, down his arms, all over his chest. He body was a masterpiece and you wanted to touch every inch of him. The thing that set your nerves ablaze the most, however, was the fact that he felt the same way about you. He slips off your bra and runs his hands over your breasts, feeling your nipples. He massages them for a while and you moan, “Josh, please, stop teasing.”

He shoves your pants down your legs and his breath hitches.

“I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing any panties, holy shit,” he says, voice breathy. 

You step out of your pants, kneeling down where your face was at his crotch. You palm him through his jeans and he lets out a loud groan.

“Please baby,” he whines.

You undo his belt buckle and pull his jeans down, his briefs coming after. He steps out of them and you grab for his large erection, expecting to put your mouth to it. However, he grabs your hair and you stand back up. 

“No, not today. I need to be inside you,” he says, lust dripping from his words like acid. You smirk, pecking his earlobe.

“Then use me. Fuck me until I scream your name and can’t walk.”

Something snaps inside of Josh. He throws you against a table in the small closet and bends you over it, your back touching the cold wood. He throws your legs around his waist and bends over you, squeezing your breasts. He puts the tip to your entrance and you arch your back. 

“Fuck Josh,” you groan. He finally slips into you, filling you up. You let out a loud moan as Josh starts his fast pace, thrusting in and out of you at a high speed. All the pent up frustration and sexual tension was finally coming out and all you could do was moan repetitions of his name. Since it had been so long, you felt the familiar tension in your stomach growing already. Josh kept his pace and you clawed at his back, drawing blood. He nipped at your neck and you yelped again.

“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna come,” you nearly scream, his thrusts only getting faster.

“Come baby, come all over me,” he says back, and that’s it for you.

The best orgasm of your life washes over you and the only coherent thought that can cross your mind is Josh. You moan his name again and again. You feel everything but feel completely numb and you are sure you come close to blacking out because of the intensity of it. Your body shakes as you ride the aftershocks, clenching yourself to get Josh to his high. 

“Fuck babygirl, that’s so hot,” he moans as he twitches inside of you. You feel him spill deep inside of you with a shaky final moan. 

Josh slips out of you and you look down and realize.

“Holy shit, did I really squirt?” you ask, shocked. 

“I’ve never made you do that before, holy shit, that was so hot,“ he says, finally pushing off you, looking for something to clean up with. You lean up off the table, feet touching the warm ground where Josh’s feet were and try to stand up, but hold the table for dear life, a pain surging through your lower region.

“Well you stayed true to your word,” you giggle, and Josh comes over to help you get dressed.

“Sorry, babe,” he winks, slipping your shirt onto you.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” you smile, kissing him again, stepping in your pants. You slip on your shoes and Josh puts on his own clothes. You call for an Uber and he smooths his hair down as well as yours, and puts both of your Mickey ears back on.

“Now how are we going to get out of here,” Josh’s laughs. 

“You go first and I will go next,” You say and Josh kisses your lips then slips out of the door. You adjust your hair so the multiple marks on your neck are hidden and slip out the door, limping slightly. Once you are both successfully out, Josh lets you jump on his back. Once you jump (more like hobble) onto his back, he winces. You slap his head playfully.

“Hey, are you saying I’m fat?” You scoff jokingly. You see the glint in his eyes as he shakes his head no and you pull the back of his collar and study his back. You gasp slightly and smile, seeing the marks you left going all the way down his back. You smile smugly and mutter a ‘sorry’ to his ear.

As you exit the park and head to the Uber, you and Josh receive the same text from Tyler, and a picture of you and Josh with the fans earlier is attached. You see Josh’s obvious bulge in the picture and your hickey, purple and proud, in the picture. You read the text and Josh lets out a hearty laugh.

 so you can manage to get down in disneyland and not get caught but the second the idea crosses your mind on the bus, i always interrupt? unfair.

You reply something sassy to his text and climb into the Uber behind Josh. Josh leans over to your ear and whispers, “You don’t even know how long I have been waiting to do that, we should do it more in public if it’s going to get you that hot and bothered.”

You nod at him, interlocking your fingers with his and looking out the window, watching the park get smaller as the trees passed by.


Requests are open

Birthday Present // Jack Maynard***

Words Count- 1445

Request-

Can you write a smut where it’s jack’s birthday party. he and the reader sneak away from the party and have sex in his car. bc what’s a better present than birthday sex? (;

A/N- THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE. Please give me your feedback but pls keep it nice. Hope you enjoy :)

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You and Jack had been dating for a little over seven months now. Your relationship was still very new in terms of length so you were still in the ‘everything ends in sex’ stage. Which neither of you two complained about. The sex with Jack wasn’t like any other sex you had had. He was experienced to say the least; he knew all of your weak spots and he knew exactly what to say to have you weak at the knees.

Jack was a very sexual person; and half the time he wasn’t even trying. Once he had walked out to the kitchen after just waking up. His hair was still messy from his previous sleeping state and his boxers hung low on his hips. It took everything in your body to not pounce on him then and there. Who are you kidding? You had leapt from your spot on the couch and into his arms. He was caught off guard but didn’t fail to show you a good time.

Now, with all this said there was one thing you two hadn’t shared together.

You two had yet to celebrate a birthday together. You had celebrated your birthday right before Jack had asked you out, and Jack’s birthday was in a few days. So you had no idea what to give him.

What’s too much?

What’s not enough?

You tried to ask Conor, Josh and even Anna, but they’re replies were all the same.

“He’ll like whatever you get him.”

So after a long conversation with your mom you had come up with the perfect present. At breakfast you would give him a new watch that he’s been wanting. Then at his birthday party you would give him the tickets and VIP passes to an upcoming Arsenal game. And then, as the night came to a close you would give him his last present.

You.

What’s a better birthday present than birthday sex?

To Jack, the answer was absolutely nothing.

So to complete the last present, you went and bought a new black lacy two piece lingerie.

~~

Today was Jack’s birthday so you started the day off with waking him up to kisses on his neck.

“Mornin’ love,” he said sleepily.

“Happy birthday baby,” you said, continuing to kiss him.

“Thank you, so what are our plans for today?”

You laid on his chest, “Well, your party is tonight. But until then, I don’t think anything.”

“I have a few ideas,” he smirked, flipping you two over.

~~

After some playful morning sex, you two had breakfast and you gave him his first present. He loved it and made sure to give you plenty of thank you kisses. After breakfast you two Skyped his parents and Anna to say hi and so they could wish him a happy birthday. Then you two went out to lunch with Conor.

Finally it was that time of night to go to his party. It was being held at a very large venue and many people were there. You walked around with Joe as Jack mingled with some friends from America.

“So, what’d you get Jack?” you ask, sipping on your drink.

“Nothing big, just a vinyl of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits,” he shrugged.

“He’s going to love that,” you laughed.

“How about you?” he asked.

You spun around, showing yourself, “You’re looking at it.”

Joe snorted, “You definitely beat me.”

~~

The night was still young as you wandered around the large venue, searching for the blonde that you call your boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen Jack?” you asked Caspar who was in a deep conversation with Alfie.

“Nope, sorry Y/n,” he gave you a smile and turned back to Alfie.

You continued walking until you found another familiar face.

“Hey Josh, have you seen Jack?” you asked the ginger.

“Yeah,” he slurred. “He went to the bathroom.”

You thanked the South African and headed towards the restrooms. Without thinking, you walked into the men’s room.

“There you are,” you chuckled. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“You do know you’re in the dude’s room right?” he laughed.

“I don’t care,” you shrugged.

“Okay, well let me fix my hair then we can go back out.” he turned his attention back to the mirror and you watched him.

You hadn’t noticed until now just how good he looked. He was wearing a white button up along with a black blazer. He had on black dress pants and white sneakers. You suddenly felt flushed as you stared at your boyfriend.

He continued to run his hands through his hair, oblivious to how he was making you feel. You felt a sudden wetness.

“Jack?” you said, walking towards him.

“Yes?” he said, focus remaining on the reflection.

You reached up to his hear, “I need you.”

He turned, “What?”

“I need you,” you said, looking up at him.

He grabbed your hand led you out of the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Well I’m not gonna take you in the bloody bathroom.”

“We both know you would,” you giggled.

“True, but I have a much better idea.” he said, opening the door to go outside.

“And what’s that?” You asked, the cold air hitting your bare skin.

Jack turned and gave you a cheeky grin, “What’s a better gift than car sex?”

You laughed, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

You two found your way to Conor’s SUV and quickly got into the back.

“Happy birthday,” you said against his lips as you straddled him.

He flipped you over so you were laying on your back and began lifting up your dress.

“Wait,” you stopped.

He detached his lips from your neck, “What’s wrong?”

You sat up, “It’s your birthday, and you shouldn’t have to do anything.”

“I don’t mind,” he says simply.

“No.” you insisted, pushing him back into the seat. “Just relax.”

You unbuckled his pants and slid your hand into his boxers. You grabbed his length and began pumping up and down.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Please, Y/n.”

“What do you want baby?” You asked innocently.

“Your mouth.”

He pushed his jeans down lower and you lowered your mouth around his tip. You continued pumping as you put more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair.

You continued bobbing your head, his hand guiding you farther. Seeing him so vulnerable made you wet.

“Shit, Y/n. I’m gonna-” before he could finish, he released his load into your mouth. You swallowed and went back up to kiss him, raising your dress and pulling it over your head.

“You planned this?” he asked, eyeing your black lingerie.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

“I love you, but I need you,” before you could protest Jack ripped the lingerie in half.

“Jack!” you yelled, slapping his chest.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, just ride me.” He locked his eyes on you, hands on your hips.

You grabbed his dick, guiding it along your wet folds.

“I love you,” your eyes stayed on his as you pushed him into.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, thrusting into you.

You moaned, trying to get used to him. No matter how many times you two fucked, Jack always stretched you out like it was the first.

“Fuck,” you breathed, leaning down to kiss his neck. He dug his fingers into your hips, pushing into you more and more each time.

“Right there!” you cried as Jack hit your g-spot. You rocked your hips, grinding on his dick.

“D- Do the-the thing,” he stuttered as you continued to ride him.

You chuckled, turning on his dick so you were facing away from him. Jacks hands immediately went to your ass, massaging it. You put your hands on his thighs, and pulled off him so only his tip was inside you. You slowly made your way back down his length, moving your hips in little circles.

“Fuck babe,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

You felt your stomach clench around his throbbing dick, “Fuck!”

You turned back around, bouncing up and down as Jack released his load into you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me,” as he said those words you let the bundle in your stomach come undone, your juices going all over him.

You collapsed onto his chest, “Happy birthday babe.”

“Thank you babygirl,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“We better go,” you said sadly.

“Yeah, if Conor finds out we fucked in his car he’s going to kill us.”

You both chuckled as you put your clothes back on and returned to party acting like nothing happened. Though everyone knew what you two had just done.

4

So, Jeremy, Mr. “True love is the love of Christ” mansplainer is implying that his favorite thing about his holiest of holy wedding ceremonies is the pleasures of the flesh? 

Well that’s not making me question how genuine all his Christ-y stuff is at all.

Edit: of course Christians can enjoy sex, you morons.  The point is that Jeremy, for all his “THIS DAY IS ABOUT CHRIST” bullshit, was apparently mostly thinking about getting laid.  Sorry; if your favorite part of a religious ceremony is macking on your new wife, i don’t buy that you really felt that the day was all about Jesus’s true love or whatever the fuck.  (And I will never whine about fundies being prudes, because I think their whole shoving their sex lives in peoples’ faces like they’re something to brag about is immature and annoying.  And further evidence that they wouldn’t get married so young and so fast if it weren’t the only way they could get laid.)

And I’m still 100% confident that within five years Jeremy will have cheated on Jinger because she wasn’t giving him the worshipful attention he felt was his due.  And since I totally called Josh cheating on Anna years before it happened, well…we’ll see I guess.  Jeremy strikes me as a huge sleaze who’s totally full of himself with a massive superiority complex.  That’s a dangerous combo.

convoluted josh chan hot take because i don’t want to do my homework

josh is a nice, generally well-meaning guy who gets a lot projected on him (not just by rebecca, but also by valencia, potentially other girls). this projection is harmful to him, causes his romantic relationships to combust but he’s also pretty dependent on it - he needs to be able to exist in someone’s mind as the hero, the prince, the perfect guy. being this person in real life isn’t attainable for josh, but it is easy for josh to get women to invest in this image and that’s kinda how josh lives with himself. we see in thought bubbles how incapacitated he gets without a romantic partner. while dating anna, josh is eager to skip to the “i love yous,” eager for that much-needed validation. casual dating is NOT a thing with josh - he attempts it with rebecca but finds he can’t handle her. once his thing with anna ends, he immediately runs back to rebecca (in spite of the doubts that caused him to break up with her in the first place) because he knows he WILL get the adoration and affection from her. rebecca sees josh as someone worthwhile and josh needs that. his flirtation with rebecca during the first season is likely built on this need - valencia is controlling, doesn’t support josh’s passions whereas rebecca is this cool hot girl who believes in him. i think it’s pretty likely that josh has had these flirtatious relationships before - greg calls him out on the fact that every girl in west covina is into him (why are all these girls SO openly into a guy with a long term girlfriend?) and valencia snarls that it is “so like josh” when she assumes josh has left rebecca on the alter for another girl. it seems like just like rebecca’s obsession with josh was part of pattern, josh also has a habit of leading girls on that culminated with rebecca. josh, in s1, is both deeply dissatisfied with his situation and deeply afraid of losing the stability that comes with a 10+ year relationship, so he flirts with rebecca (perhaps subconsciously) as a way of engaging with the fantasy of a different life. however, rebecca, unlike other girls josh might have done this with, has no qualms about breaking up a long-term relationship and she certainly isn’t the fantasy girl he thought she was. josh rightfully peaces-the-fuck-out of there when he realizes how dysfunctional she is but like i said before - mid-s2 josh chooses that dysfunction over lack of affection (or, more accurately, chooses to ignore that dysfunction). josh believes rebecca can fix him that same way she believes he can fix her and like father brah says - josh has a habit of running to pretty girls like ben affleck runs to roles with boston accents. he is a TOTAL emotional labor sponge. and like - so the fuck is rebecca, and more so! but i’m talking about josh right now. josh isn’t a malicious guy, he’s just incredibly insecure and he uses women to ease that insecurity. and with rebecca, he just stumbled upon the wrong woman to string along. 

postscript - valencia is withholding towards josh because she is a lesbian