#jb mooney

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i am so glad i invested in josh o'connor stock when my family watched the durrells in 2016

[carlos-pratesleftball]

Idk, i might start watching Professional Bull Riding just bcs jb mauney is hot...

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YOU AND MORE

!!SPOILER WARNING!!

SYNOPSIS: From stealing paintings to being on the run, JB Mooney was exhausted from this life. Luckily you had stopped by the same motel he was staying at.

PARINGS: JB Mooney x F!Reader

CW(18+): Age gap, one night stand, cheating, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex

WORD COUNT: 2.5K

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just watched The Mastermind yesterday and needed to write something bc Josh O'Connor looked YUMMY I've also never written x reader before so please bare in mind <3

You saw him lurking around the halls while you were checking into this dingy motel. You’d been on the road for a while and needed a place to stay before you got up and did it all over again, trying your hardest to get home in time before your birthday. The motel wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t the best; the soft lights made the place feel cozy yet creepy, with dark oak interior, and a tiny hallway to your room on a floor in which you shared with a stranger at the end of the hall.

You saw this man on the phone, talking in a hushed voice that sounded desperate, almost pathetic. He wore a suit that definitely did not fit him, but it suited his broad and long figure. His hair was a mess, scruffy beard and mop of curls were not maintained. And yet despite all of the negative qualities this man possessed, you were still drawn to him.

The lady at the front desk helped you carry your bags up to your room. “Only sharing this floor with one other person.” She stated, putting your bags down inside. You gave her a friendly smile and handed her a tip. She thanked you and left, shutting the door behind her.

You washed your face in the bathroom—not bothering to shower—and fell down on the firm mattress to sleep, but your mind not being able to stray away from the thought of the man from before. After tossing and turning, you decide to step outside to smoke and clear your head. You went to walk out the front door when you saw him again. He paced around with a cigarette between his fingers looking lost in thought. You stepped outside, breaking him out of his trance. He looked at you for a moment, then his eyes fell down to the floor.

You took a cigarette out of the packet when you realized you had forgotten your lighter.

“Sorry, do you have a light?” You ask him. He looks back up at you—his eyes gazing over your figure—and nods, grabbing a box of matches out of his pocket and lighting one for you. You cup your hand over the match as your cigarette lights.

“Thanks.” You try to look at him in the eyes, but they seem to be drawn to the floor.

You try to make small talk to fill the awkward silence. “You passing through here?”

Another nod from the man. He doesn’t seem like the type to talk, perhaps he prefers to be alone. You lean against a wall with the cigarette between your lips. You catch his eyes looking at you again, they look tired and worn. The cigarette between his fingers is small, but you can’t tell if it’s because it’s almost out, or if it’s because of the size of his hands. His hands were large and calloused with a gold wedding band around his finger.

What little you knew about this strange man made your heart flutter. Your eyes met and he gave you a small smirk. “You seem a bit young to smoke.” He finally spoke. You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not that young.” You replied, blowing out smoke in the other direction.

His fingers fiddled with the cigarette, the movements of them hypnotized you.

“What’s your name?” You ask him, wanting to get closer to him.

“JB” He mumbled behind his fingers. Your stance softened, moving towards him slowly. “Okay JB, so what are you doing here?”

“I don’t think I can tell you that.” His head followed your movement; he towered over you. “And I think you should be getting to bed.” He flicked the bud on the floor and stepped on it, closer to you.

“Why’s that?” Your voice dropped an octave.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, really? Try me.”

“It’s too much to explain to you.” He plucked the cigarette from your lips and brought it to his own.

“Too much? Seems like you’ve been busy then. Are you stressed?”

“I guess you could say that.”

You smiled up at him, standing close to his body which radiated warmth, you could see all the curves and lines on his face, you could count all the freckles that laid there.

“I think I could help you out.”

He lifted his hand to cup your chin, pulling you close and blowing the smoke between your lips.

“I’m sure you can.” He said, dropping his hand and the cigarette on the ground, walking back inside leaving you dazed. You thought he’d look back at you to follow him, but he didn’t. And yet you still went. You weren’t sure if he was flirting with you, leading you on, or if that’s just how he acted with strangers every night.

You followed him up to the same floor you were staying on and saw the door at the end of the hall left ajar. Your heart picked up its pace as you walked towards the room. You looked inside to see him standing there, blazer on the floor and tie loosened. He saw you at the door but didn’t say anything, he just let you make your move. You walked in and closed the door behind and leant against it. He made his way from the other side of the room towards you.

His hand came up to your cheek as you melted into his touch. You looked into his eyes, pupils slightly dilated and a color you wouldn’t quite decipher. His thumb came around to your lip, tugging it slightly and letting his lips crash onto yours. His lips were rough, but his touch was soft. You could feel the scratch of his beard on your face. Your lips molded together slowly, pulling a slight whimper from you. His tongue swiped across your lower lip and pushed into your mouth to lick across yours. You let him consume you as his leg lifted up between your legs and pressed against your clothed heat. He pulled a moan from you and swallowed it down between rough kisses. You brought your hand up to card though his soft hair, tugging him closer to you as you moved your hips along his thigh. You broke from the kiss, breathing in each other’s air as your hips continued their movement. Your lips moved down to his neck, latching on the skin there and sucking, drawing a moan from his throat that vibrated through you.

“Wanna make you feel good.” You mumbled into his neck. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He pulled the loose tie off as you opened his shirt. You pushed away from him and towards the bed. He fell back as his torso laid exposed to you. He had lean muscles, not from exercising but just from being active, and hair that followed down his chest to a prominent happy trail. You could see the hair that travelled lower, hidden under his pants. You drank in the vision of him lying vulnerably in front of you.

You walked over and straddled him on the bed, attached your lips back to his throat. His head rolled back allowing more access. He was so pliant under you, just wanting to feel good. He let whimper fall from his lips as your own travelled down his chest. You latched your mouth over a nipple making him look up as his breath shuddered.

“A bit sensitive huh?” You teased. His hand came up to your hair, pushing you back down to his chest as you resumed to leave marks over him. You brought your hips down to meet him, feeling him growing hard beneath you. You grinded against him as his hips bucked into you. You soon replaced your heat with your hand, groping him hard as he jolted at the touch.

“Please” he begged. “I need it.”

You moved your hands to undo his belt buckle, pulling down his long pants to see pale boxers that were accompanied by a wet spot. You smirked at him; how desperate he looked, needing to feel you.

You pulled his boxers down slowly to let his dick spring out against his stomach. The happy trail came down to a thick bush that surrounded his big cock. It laid leaking against his stomach, veiny and uncut. You stared at it in anticipation, needing to feel the heavy weight of it against your tongue.

You crawled down the bed, and sat between his legs, his thick thighs that you grinded on just before covered in hair. You kissed up them, biting the thick flesh of it as he whimpered.

“C’mon.” He begged.

“Eager?” You teased.

He was about to respond when he felt you feed his cock into your warm wet mouth. You could taste the salty precum on your tongue, and the weight of it felt heavenly in your mouth. You let yourself drool around it, getting it wet for him until you pushed further down his length. You were unsure if you’d be able to fit it all in your mouth.

JB moaned at the feeling of it all, feeling his cock slide down your tight throat. You gagged at the feeling of it but kept pushing until your nose hit the hair on his pelvis. His smell filled up all of your senses, musky with a hint of cologne. As you gagged your throat clenched around him, making him buck up into your mouth. You pulled him off, a line of saliva connecting you two.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to” JB apologized, but you cut him off.

“Do it again, please.” You opened your mouth around him, letting your tongue rest against his pulsing length. He looked at you with concern until his fingers tangled into your hair and pulled you down on him, taking him into the hilt. He pulled you up and back down, fucking you onto his dick. The room filled with the sound of wet smacking and JB’s groans.

He eventually pulled you off him, eyes wet with tears and lust. His dick landed wet and weeping on his stomach.

“Let me fuck you, please.” His constant pleading made you wet. You smiled at him and made your way back up the bed. He kissed you deeply, licking up all of your energy. His hands pulled your top and shorts off. You sat back down on his lap as his hands held your ass firmly. His fingers traced over the wet line of your panties.

“Shit you’re wet. You want me to fuck you good?”

You shuddered, feeling his teasing fingers circle you. He moved them aside, fingers finally making contact with your wetness. He slid them through your folds, collecting your slick and bringing them up to circle your clit. You moaned into his mouth as you moved your hips in time with his hands. You felt him breach your entrance with a finger, curling inside you. You threw your head back as he took his time opening you up. He watched as you fell deep into desire, seeing your chest heave. Another finger slid inside, and you could feel the metal of his ring press against you. You felt guilty but still desperate. He latched his mouth on your jaw as he fucked you with his fingers. But all too soon you felt an emptiness inside you as he removed them, lining you up with his cock. His dick pushed inside you as quickly as his fingers left, making you gasp at the sudden change.

“Oh my god…” You whined out. You felt so full. The feeling made your walls clench around him, pulling another delicious moan from him. You looked at him fully now, face flushed and messy as his mouth hung open. You captured his lips again as you fucked onto him fast. You were both desperate to chase your releases. As you moved down n him, his hands groped against your hips as he fucked up into you in time. It was hot and loud, skin slapping against each other as you both felt each other inside and out. Your hand felt over his strong muscles, feeling the coarse hair that overlapped it. He let one hand drop from you hip to tease over your clit.

“Guys your age can’t fuck you like this can they?” He moaned.

“Nngh, no. Only you.” Your movements became more erratic.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He whined out, his head landed against yours as you breathed in each other’s air. You nodded in agreement. You were so close. He didn’t want to cum inside you but wanted you to finish first. He kissed your jaw as you rocked your hips into him, groaning as your eyes rolled back from your release.

“Fuck, you feel so good JB.” You moaned as your juices slicked down his length as you road out your high. The feeling of you cumming on his cock brought JB over the edge. He let his cock slip out and brought his hand over, jerking himself till his cock twitched, splattering his release over his thighs. He moaned deeply, as he rode out the rest of his high. You both fell onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Post clarity hit JB as he sat up and went to the bathroom. You heard the water running and splashing. He returned with water on his face and clean thighs.

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t’ve done this. I- I’m married and I’ve just been dealing with a lot lately. I think you should leave.” You were surprised by this sudden change. It was soft but demanding, desperately needing you to leave.

“Sorry?”

“You need to go.” He repeated, stepping back into his boxers. You saw the sadness that seemed to be attached to him come back.

Instead of starting an argument you decided to comply, dressing and heading towards the door.

“I’m really sorry about this.” You heard from behind at you left the room.

You walked two doors down till you reached your room. You felt sad that you couldn’t stay, but what were you expecting? He was married and obviously going through some rough shit.

You went back into your own room, finally deciding to shower. The warm water rushed over you as you recounted the small moments of ecstasy. After cleaning up you headed to bed and let sleep overtake you.

The next morning you packed to keep driving, looking at the door at the end of the hallway, not hearing or feeling a presence behind the door. He must’ve already left. You couldn’t even say goodbye to him.

But perhaps it was a good thing you never went further after seeing his face in the newspaper a few days later for his arrest.

[littlemissfaebles]

happy josh o'connor weekend to all those who celebrate !!!

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happy Josh O’Connor day!! ♡

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another afternoon in girl world

[wtredprch]

finally watched wake up dead man and it reignited my josh fixation i wanna start writing for his characters tbhh send reqs mayb ill get to them after finals

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→ The Mastermind Starring Josh O’Connor, Alana Haim, Bill Camp and John Magaro @ London Film Festival review

“It’s an idiotic way to spend your time.”