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I was unactive, yeah, do i care? Not so much but i write when i have inspiration (almost never) yet i need your humble, your (mom) amazing opinion fellow reader.

I was thinking, Pantera and Type O together? Romantically, as for example:

Phil and Peter loved you, both of them are jealous and intense, so imagine how will they be when you prove them how much you love them, taking you in their freaking amazing biceps, maybe over Phil's lap so Peter watches you two make out.

THAT with all the Pantera members and all the handsome T.O.N. members but i need your guys opnion.

The first time you cuddle with Josh Silver.

WARNINGS: none, i'll let ya be happy enjoy. Pure fluff.

It can be a bit awkward since you and him have rcenetly become a couple and he knew it would take time, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable after all, never. So, he makes sure his bed is comfortable, that you are comfortable, in his shirt, looking like an absolute angel.

He is just in a pair of pants, some sweatpants with stains of ink, he was about to put his shirt on but you've stopped him. Which made him look at you and blink amusedly, he tilted his head to look at you better in the dim lamp of his nightstand.

'You want me shirtless, babe? - He teased you softly, knowing you liked his tattoos. And you kind of smiled, setting his shirt aside on a chair and took his hand, which made him smile as well. It was hard, because he was facing to accept his body issues, yet you seemed to soothe his insecurities. Melting them away.

So you sat down in the bed, laying to then tug him towards you, he carefully settled himself to turn off the lamp and then lay next to you, his curly hair was everywhere, even mixing with your own hair and he carefully slid his tattooed arms on your waist, bringing you to him.

You gladly accepted his invitation, closing your eyes so you rested your head on his tattooed chest, listening to his heartbeat was a lullaby, a gentle caress of your soul to know he was still alive with you. He put the covers for you and him and kissed your head, your arms wrapped around his torso so his legs were tangled with your own. 

He was making sure that he didn't touch anything you didn't want to be touched. Keeping his arms on your waist and his hands on your back, he shifted his arm so one arm of his, laid beneath your head and wrap it around your shouldrrs, you used his bicep as a pillow and shifted again, facing him now.

His eyes were loud in the dark, knowing yours despite of the lack of light, it was not needed, you two knew each other perfectly to even see your faces. He kissed you slowly, making you trace patterns on his chest, following the meeting of his lips on yours.

Then again, he carefully held the back of your shoulders so you were pulled to him, in a soothing embrace.

You could just melt, so you started to gently rub his chest and shoulders, causing a tenderness ge whispered on your lips:

Here, feed yourselfs with this delicacy

(Older) Josh Silver x (f! Younger) Reader

☆ It's a Glitter Orgy

Warnings!: 18+, this will appear with sexual tension and sexual intercourse (mild), older kink, breast playing, fluff with sex, spanking (a bit), teasing, stress relief and him absolutely loving you! Enjoy!

Summary: You have been coping with some stress lately, since you were a great singer (and if you are in real life, you still are great) , the concerts, plays, your throat killing you, so your amazing boyfriend will help you cope with it.

Lately, stress has got the best of you and you have been working everywhere in the studio as well as the music stage, the beauty salon for your retouching of your hair, finding the right clothes, trying to keep yourself on top and also, having your lovely and handsome boyfriend: Josh.

He knew how stressful it could be working as a rock star, (in general), he being the keyboardist and producer of his band could be exhausting, notes everywhere and cables up to his hair and his tattooed arms, and the worst were the tour busses, you two could confirm that it was a rolling ass that smelled funny and had dirty clothes everywhere with beds that made you more back problems than money of your singing, he has seen you crying because of tiredness into his arms or just slumped yourself at him while he practiced keyboard, ruin your voice at the vocals of your songs.

He tried to help, bringing you a tea for your voice, cuddling you, giving you space when you need it or clinging to you when you wanted to, even helping you on the backstage if you have a concert in your period, he always loved you no matter how sweaty, cranky or full of glitter your lovely self was.

And one of the things you also dealt with: the press, how you were younger than him made fingers point at you and not so glittery comments, sometimes, it affected you and he was not having it. Not to his gorgeous controversially young lovely girlfriend.

Right now, you were just getting inside his house, covered in glitter (your concert was a bit wild) and you were just trying to make it to the bed, and he saw you come in, full of glitter. His face turned from serious to a bit weirded out, standing in front of you amusedly.

'What happened...? - He asked, his voice still had the tinge of weirdness and chuckled lowly, reaching his hand to gently see your hands. And you answered very tiredly, taking his hand softly.

'Don't ask. - You chuckled, leaning into him and he playfully groaned, 'complaining' of how he looked like a disco ball like you, and your sighed of relief as he picked you up, going with you towards his bedroom, he kissed your head softly and helped you change into more comfortable clothes, but when you tried to quit your bra but even your arms were too tired to even move.

He had it and he had a brilliant idea.

He gently took your arms, putting them away and pressed his body onto you, making you gasp softly, and he gently put you on his lap to make you relax and you held onto his arms, as he started to kiss and nibble your neck and the back of it, going towards your collarbone.

You took soft moans, feeling tired but slowly that feeling turned into the need to release that stress while closing your eyes in relief, relaxing onto him his hands started to caress your torso, loving the texture and how it felt that heat under his hands. And his hands reached your chest, he did not care about size, he cared about how you had your body and you were healthy, gently he started to play with it, teasingly, but kind of rough since you liked it like that.

Taking your hard nipples in pinches, murmuring into your ear.

'You like that, don't you? Being handled and cared for? - He whispered into your ear, kissing your ear and you moaned at the pinches, gently gripping his wrist, your nails gently dug onto it and he smiled, letting an approval hum, saying again softly yet with an edge of roughness.

'All pretty and nice, covered in glitter with that skin of yours, such a pretty galaxy for me. - His words were lovely as his hands, you whimpered, mostly whining of how you wanted more, he pinched your nipple at your whine to cause you a small yelp.

He gently held you to you being on four, he quit his shirt and tossed it aside as he grabbed out a condom out from the drawer, you breathed in soft pants as he quit your panties, smirking at the sight of your gorgeous naked form, he pressed kisses to your spine while you let small sighs of pleasure and a yelp, even. When he reached your ass, he gently held it and he guided you to be comfortable.

'You good? Want lube? Change or...? - He softly asked, despite wanting to relieve your stress (in a rough way so) he still loved you, and you smiled with your blushed cheeks, saying softly.

'I just want you, and a bit of lube. - You did not even have to say 'Please' with him sometimes, he adored you (but he hid it, and remained quiet yet you knew him), he nodded as he pressed a kiss to your head and quit his pants and boxers, putting a generous amount of lube to his already hard cock, and gently put some inside your back peach, making you shiver and gasp.

After you and him were ready, he slammed into you and that gained a sweet moan of yours, as he started slow but it was a hard, rough slow pace that made you press your face to the pillow and your sounds came muffled, he gently spanked your ass to hear you better and smirked, holding you and guiding you with his hands as he thrusted himself hardly, sometimes rolling his hips so your gasps came higher and your moans were left by your pretty lips.

As he thrust onto you hardly, you were clenching him tight and your legs shivering more at the moment his hips were to your ass, caressing your hair softly and holding it up, saying gruffingly in between groans.

'So pretty... In glitter and my marks, come for me, sweet girl. - His voice was the perfect match of roughness and softness, with tenderness for you and only you and his words were magical, making you scream his name into a moan and reach your orgasm, your cherry walls clenching him and he grunted your name, kissing your shoulder and cupping your breast and hip.

After you two cleaned up, he dispossed the condom but he grinned, chuckling softly.

'It's a glitter orgy. -