#Tyler Joseph x reader

[sm1ther33ns]

Something New (Tyler Joseph x Reader x Josh Dun)

Title; Something New Pairing; Tyler Joseph x AFAB!Reader x Josh Dun Rating: Explicit CW; Smut, Anal Sex, Threesome, Double Penetration

summary; You've been wanting to try something with Josh and Tyler for a while now, and when you finally get the courage to ask them, it's almost surprising how fast they agree to give it a shot.

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You had asked Tyler and Josh the question anxiously at first. Your fingers fiddling with one another, picking at your hangnails as you mumble the words with a red flush to your cheeks. You had needed to repeat yourself, your words too soft and fast in the first pass of the request for them to even consider what it was. When you stuttered it out again, though, their reactions weren’t fully what you expected.

You didn’t expect Tyler’s eyebrows to raise, a hot flush on his face while Josh’s smile was delighted, warm and wide with a spark of something deep beneath brown eyes. He had such beautiful brown eyes. You couldn’t help but admire them when you were all together. His perfect teeth shimmered through parted lips. If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging in your direction, he looked like a kid on Christmas. The thought of being a present for him to unwrap made you shiver.

“Are you sure it’s what you want?” Tyler asked, hesitation in his voice as he reached out towards you. His hand held your own, a gentle squeeze of reassurance as he tilted his head with a concerned gaze, “We won’t force you if it’s not something-.”

“I brought it up,” You cut him off before he could talk you out of it with both of your anxieties rushing to the forefront, “I-I wouldn’t have if I…I didn’t want it so…”

Josh’s hand was on your opposite wrist now, his grip far firmer than Tyler’s. Far more intimate. It was nearly trembling with excitement, as if this were something he had been waiting for you to say. He addressed both you and Tyler as he spoke, his voice light and a little too eager, “Well, if that’s what you want, I’m more than happy to try it out. Tyler?”

It was up to him. The both of you eyed the singer curiously, and he licked his lips in hesitation as he thought over the concept you had offered up. Eventually, however, his cheeks flushed red as he nodded ‘yes’ in return. Your eyes lit up, glimmering with an excitement that made Josh laugh and Tyler choke on air. They both sat up in front of you, Josh never letting go of your wrist as he pulled you close to him and gave you a long, languid kiss. You returned it needily, pressing your mouth harder against his, almost demanding that he open his mouth to let you lap inside. This only made him laugh as he, instead, leaned deeper into you and took your bottom lip between his teeth to give a playful bite. You squealed, giggling as he let go.

Tyler tilted your head towards him after, his kiss far softer than Josh’s, but no less intense as he held your cheek in his palm. He acted as though he was cradling a treasure close to him, and you relaxed into his sweet attention after a few moments. He hummed, appreciative of your guiding mouth, and willingly parted his lips as the both of you moaned into it. Josh watched, fascinated. When you and Tyler finally separated, hot and heavy, Josh laughed and brought your attention back to him by holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“We’re excited,” Josh promised earnestly, “But we need to get you ready first, baby.”

The sultry words made your face flush, and you couldn’t have given him a nod of consent fast enough.

This was how you found yourself, naked and squirming on your shared bed. While Tyler and Josh finished up a bit more work for their next album, more discussions and emails than anything else, they had sat you on the bed to get ready. Getting ready, apparently, meant shoving a very smooth, metallic butt plug into your ass and holding it there until they finished up and came back to play with you some more.

The sensation of the plug stretching your ass out was bliss, something of a strong and wonderful pressure that made you clench around it eagerly. You longed to trail your hand down to your folds and spread yourself open. To plunge your own fingers inside of yourself and bring the pleasure thats been slowly building from the excitement to a crescendo. But no. You had to be good. Tyler might have been forgiving in you cheating the orders, but Josh certainly wasn’t. So you did your best, you really did, and tried to focus on games on your phone more than the stretch of your hole.

Eventually you were just on your back, legs rubbing together as you bit your lip. You felt like you wanted to cry. You wanted to just play with yourself already. Were they taking this long on purpose? You were torn between screaming and disobeying, both tempting but equally terrifying.

Then the door finally opened. You sat up immediately, gasping as the plug shifted inside of you, and used your arms to support your weight as Josh and Tyler entered the room.

Both fully clothed men eyed your naked form on the bed, a light of lust sparking in both of their eyes at the sight of you squirming and whimpering on the bed. Your teary, wet eyes looked up with desperation as you bit your lower lip and whimpered at them again, their names falling shakily from your lips as you spoke. Tyler visibly licked his lips, walking a few steps closer in his own eagerness. Josh joined him, and soon both of them sat on either side of you on the bed.

“You look so pretty like this,” Tyler complimented, hand reaching out to encompass your upper thigh. He rubbed his thumb in circles on your bare skin, making you shiver as he leaned forward to kiss your neck. He did so gently, carefully, and you moaned as you tilted your head to give the singer better access.

Josh hummed in approval of the sight before joining in. His mouth found your collar bone on the opposite side of Tyler, nipping more than kissing. The dual sensations made you squirm and keen into them both, body trembling as you did so. Josh’s hand rested on your knee, prying you open so that your core was exposed to the chilled air. Your flesh broke out in goosebumps as you whined again.

“This wet and all we did was put a plug in you.” Josh mused against your skin, calloused fingers dipping down to skim your folds. You gasped, hearing the way your slickness made an audible squishing noise as Josh gathered it up. It shimmered on his finger, a a brief string of stickiness attaching it still to you before it broke off. You blushed, embarrassed. Tyler had stopped kissing you and was looking at Josh’s finger in awe. Almost hunger. Josh locked eyes with Tyler, a silent communication between your lovers that you couldn’t understand, but they could.

So you watched as Tyler leaned forward and took Josh’s fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling along each digit. He lapped up your taste from the drummer’s fingers, his hand squeezing your thigh tighter as he moaned at the taste of you.The sight caused your ears to turn red and your legs to attempt to close in order to relieve the ache growing between them. Josh kept your thigh fully open with a firm grip of one hand, smirking out of the corner of his eye in a way that made you sit up a little straighter.

“Good boy.” Josh smiled, almost lightly at Tyler, and the other keened appreciatively at the praise. Soon their attention was turned back to you, and you felt pinned beneath both of their gazes. You looked up, unsure of who to maintain eye contact with, when Josh reached down again. This time, his finger pressed down on the butt plug in your ass, twisting it and pushing it in further. You keened in surprise, hips bucking on instinct. Josh groaned at the sight, and Tyler was already shifting his legs to hide his hard on.

“God…” Tyler whispered, a rare murmur of the lord’s name in vain. You blushed as Josh laughed, reaching for the plug and then slowly easing it out of your aching ass. The whine that left your throat at the loss of fullness was involuntary, but made both men eye you with surprise. You averted your gaze, too embarrassed to look at them.

“Looks pretty ready to me,” Josh observed as a finger circled around your wet, lubed entrance. The tip of his digit slid into your waiting hole, the sensation far different from the plug but much more pleasurable. He kept going until his whole index finger was inserted up to the knuckle. You felt him wiggle and push inside of your ass, stretching and teasing as you gasped and whined.

“What hole would you want, Ty?” Josh wondered, still pumping his finger inside of you before adding a second one.

Tyler, instead of speaking, raised a hand towards your dripping core. You whimpered as he slid two of his own fingers in easily, scissoring and stretching at the same time Josh was. The feeling of both of their fingers working you open for what was to come was too much. With the teasing you had suffered already, your body was sensitive and desperate. Your legs trembled and you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter and tighter still.

“Jo-o…Ty…” You choked out through your pleasure, warning them best you could of your eminent orgasm.

Josh smiled, only adding the tip of his third finger as he pumped them mercilessly in your ass. Tyler followed his lead, sliding in another as he curled them up just enough to press the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden upwards. You were gone after that, your ass and pussy clenching around both of their digits as you came, squirting hard across Tyler’s hand and the bed sheets as you cried out louder than you had meant to.

Both boys paused as you caught your breath, stilling their movements with their fingers buried deep inside of you. You could feel Tyler’s fingers playing a melody inside of you like he would on a piano. Josh’s fingers, once in a while, teasingly scissored your ass open just to hear you moan and whimper from the sensitivity. After a few more moments of the air being able to return to your lungs, Tyler gave you a kiss to your forehead as he mumbled ‘ready?’ with an eager bait to his breath. For all of his silence throughout your proposal, his throbbing dick against your thigh was an obvious tell that he was probably the one the most into this concept.

With your nod of confirmation, the boys shifted you around with their own movements. They stripped out of their work clothes as they did, joining you in your nakedness. Their dicks stood at attention as their underwear slipped over it, heads throbbing and leaking precum onto the sheets. You licked your lips at the sight of them both, craving the texture and flavor of them in your mouth. Perhaps another night.

Soon Tyler was underneath you, his chest rising and falling as he held your thighs in a trembling grip. Josh was behind, cementing the fact that they had almost one-hundred percent discussed this scenario before and what side of you they’d rather be on for it. Tyler’s trembling, sweating form underneath you was always your favorite sight, especially when he bit his lip and his brows turned up into the sweetest, most horny look a guy has ever given you. You smile down at him ,reaching out to touch his cheek with your palm. He leans into it, nuzzling it in the hopes that it might please you into hurrying up.

Josh, on the other hand, was leaving kisses and bites along the back of your neck. He grazed his teeth between your shoulder blades as he pressed himself up against you, his cock sliding between your lubricated ass cheeks eagerly. You moaned as he made it back to your neck only to suck a harsh, biting bruise into the side of it, all but dragging his teeth into your flesh. Holding you down so he could rut against you. The difference between the both of them in handling you was always night and day, and the sensation was always amazing.

“Get on him,” Josh whispered, hands on your hips as he guided you over Tyler’s waiting dick, “I want you to get used to him before me.”

You moaned at the suggestion and wasted no time in obeying Josh’s orders. With trembling legs you lowered yourself down onto Tyler’s dick, letting it fill you inch by inch. You heard his breath hitch and stutter out weakly, his hands gripping your thighs like they were tethering him to earth. A whimper escaped his clenched teeth, his back arching as you clenched around him. You watched his Adam's apple bob, and couldn’t help but lean over and place a kiss on it.

The action made Tyler buck upwards inside of you, shoving the rest of his dick into you until he bottomed out. The action made you moan, head falling forward against his shoulder as he rolled his hips in a desperate attempt to feel more of you. Your body startled when you felt Josh’s finger push and play at your prepared asshole, almost impatient as you got used to Tyler’s slim, but long length kissing your insides. You dragged your nails down Tyler’s tattoo, and he whimpered.

After a minute you couldn’t take it anymore, gasping and looking over your shoulder to give Josh you're desperate, pleading permission. He grinned, toothy and excited, before kissing you. You twisted your head over your shoulder to allow it, ignoring the light pain of your un-stretched muscles. He released you and you steadied your hand on Tyler’s body. Tyler used all of his self control to still his hips, and you could feel the trembling beneath your thighs as you arched yourself to give Josh easier access.

“You okay?” Josh asked, careful in his tone as he touched the tip to your asshole. You gasped and shuddered, giving a nod and a weak, verbal confirmation, “Y-Yeah. P…Please, Josh.”

You could feel his smile as he exhaled, preparing himself as well. After a moment the blunt head of his lubed dick pressed forward into your ass. You whimpered at the stretch, just a little girthier than his fingers inside of you, but you tried your best to keep your lower hips relaxed to allow him in easier. You begrudgingly appreciated them, now, for leaving you to prep with your own butt plugs for a bit as your pre-stretched hole gave in easier than if it wasn’t. His head popped inside of you, making you moan, before he slowly inched the rest of his dick into your warm, heat.

Josh’s nails dug blunt crescents into your thighs as he all but dragged you back against him after a moment, bottoming out with a low groan. You whimpered and cried out, scrambling to keep your grip on Tyler’s body as you were dragged like some sort of toy. The thought made your cheeks glow red as Tyler whimpered from the change in pace, bucking up inside of you instinctively. When Tyler moved, it pushed you back further against Josh’s dick, jostling it inside of your intestines and making you cry out in delight.

That was the cue they needed. Josh grunted as he pulled you forward at the same time as Tyler did, dragging you back down onto Tyler’s full dick, making him moan in pleasure. Then you were pulled back quickly onto Josh’s dick, jostling you with surprise pleasure. The two set a pace like that, taking turns dragging you up and down their dicks. It was like they were sharing a sex doll. Using a cock sleeve. Your body was something of an item now, and it only made a fresh wave of wetness soak Tyler’s cock and your ass clenched around Josh’s. Both boys gasped at the feeling, guttural groans escaping them.

“You feel so good,” Josh gritted out through tight teeth as he fucked into you, “So fucking tight, God, we should have done this earlier. Fuck!”

“Y-Y-Yeah.” Tyler tried to agree with his boyfriend through his own hazed mind, “F-Feels re-really good…So good, so good, ah, Y/N-.”

They pushed their dicks inside of you in unison, so fast you could have sworn you felt them touch through your flesh. You lasted all of a second between their praise and unified thrusts, and came with a jolted groan that flew from your lips like water. Your air was knocked out of you as you fell onto Tyler’s chest, clenching and limp and sensitive in their arms as your cum dribbled down Tyler’s wet dick. Satisfied with you cumming first, Josh kissed your neck before resuming a brutal pace, selfish and focused on making himself cum. Understanding the situation, Tyler sped his own hips up to chase his release.

You were helpless between them as they fucked into you a while longer, your mind swirling with stars and pleasure as you babbled out their names between nonsensical whimpers. Your blood ran heavy in your ears, an ocean against your brain as you felt Josh’s hips stutter and Tyler let out a desperate, heavy whimper, and they both stilled in you. They throbbed and you felt a warmth spill into you from both ends, making your thighs lock up and your head throw back in ecstasy as you came for a final time to the feeling.

Soon the room was quiet, nothing but your heavy pants as each of you caught your breath. The air smelled of sweat and sex, your body aching as it reminded you of its presence, frustrated and snappy. Your arms trembled as you held yourself up over Tyler, whose own breath was ragged as his eyes screwed shut as he came down. Josh’s head rested on your back as he exhaled shaky, hot breaths on your skin.

“You okay?” Josh questioned, breathy but sincere.

“Y-Yeah,” You croaked out with a laugh, “So okay.”

This caused both of them to laugh. Josh kissed your back again, “I’ll pull out slowly, take it easy.”

True to his word, Josh took his time not to hurt your ass. You whimpered as he slipped out, feeling empty and gaping all of a sudden as your muscles pushed some of Josh’s cum out and onto the bed. In response, he gathered some on the tip of his finger and pushed it teasingly back into your ass, making you cry out in pleasure. Josh laughed, patting your hip in a playful manner.

Soon you were able to wiggle off of Tyler's dick with similar slowness, his moans joining yours as you detangled. It wasn’t long before the singer all but dragged you down next to him, caging you in his arms as he nuzzled in close. He was always the one to cuddle afterwards, and you didn’t deny him as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in. The bed dipped to your free side and Josh’s back pressed against yours again, his arms wrapping around both you and Tyler as he tugged you in close.

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” Josh laughed teasingly, but you could tell he was nervous about how he did with you for the first time. You brushed your leg against his own in the bed, a reassuring gesture, as you nodded with your eyes closed.

“And more.” You declared with honesty in your tone. This made both men relax against you as you drifted off into a truly exhausted sleep.

[fairlylocalkatiee]

This pic is FOULLLLLLL 🤰

[oldiesstationlover11607]

You're been fed enough for tonight lmao merry christmas to everyone who celebrates, very grateful for this platform to post my works :)

[ladypoison]

Kiss me.

Pairing: college!tyler x f!reader Summary: You meet Tyler at a college party he's hosting, you can't help but feel drawn to each other immediately- or maybe that's the drink talking. Warnings: Drinking, smoking, illegal substances, smut (18+ MDNI), P in V, Intoxicated consent. WC: 2.9k A/N: This is like practically my first written smut, plus I'm a rusty writer so go easy on me.

To say it was hot would be an understatement. Sweat glistened off your body, people colliding next to you in melodic movements only radiated that. You’d been in there for a total of 5 minutes and already felt like you were on the verge of a heatstroke.

The air around you smelt strongly of body odor and the alcohol that radiated on people’s breaths. So strongly you craved a drink as well, but your chatter-box of a friend wouldn’t let you leave her side as she spoke to a person you hadn’t come to know the name of. He was tall, with striking facial features you’d never see on anyone else, arms full with ink as well. Weirdly you wondered how it would feel to stick your finger in his gauged earlobe, maybe that was the current boredom speaking.

Your friend was speaking, but you had it tuned out until your name was mentioned, your head quickly turned to the conversation beside you. Your friend was now towards you “Drinks?” she asked, that one word putting you out of your misery finally. “Please” is all you said in return.

Her older friend signaled you both to follow, you awkwardly shuffled behind them both trying your hardest not to get shoved into. College parties were definitely a little rough, it wasn’t your first but you were definitely more fond of the bigger, less crowded ones. As you walked you took in the house, it wasn’t very big, enough to host this party anyway, but the rooms were still full of people, so I guess it worked out.

When you entered the kitchen, your friend was already leaping towards the mess of random bottles and drinks everywhere, and the gauged guy had already begun pouring drinks for the three of you. When the red solo cup finally was handed to your reach, you pressed it to your lips, gulping down the liquid inside. It wasn’t gross but it hurt to swallow. You squinted your eyes at the taste and he let out a slight chuckle “Good right?” he spoke, sarcastically it seemed, all you could do is give a pressed-lip smile and an awkward raise of your brows.

“So who’s house is this anyway?” your friend ended up asking the guy as she too took a swig from her cup. “A buddy of mine, he should be around here somewhere” he said, shrugging, and as if on cue another man appeared, pushing his way through the crowded kitchen entrance. He was tall, and boyishly cute with a litter of tattoos on his arms as well.

Sporting a pair of black, street-stylish kind of joggers and a gray crewneck that matched the beanie sitting atop his head. You couldn’t help but think he looked familiar, you probably shared a class with the guy. “Josh!” he called, now labeling the man you’ve been standing around for the entire time you’ve been here.

“Tyler, where’ve you been?” Josh asked him, leaning in for one of those weird manly hugs that guys do “Your own party and you can’t even show up on time huh?” He continued, smiling. Tyler looked you and your friend up and down for a short moment, making eye contact with you in the process before replying to his friend “Just a bit of pre-game before I got down here” you could tell he meant smoking beforehand, his eyes were glossy, you studied them for a moment before he spoke again “And who are these ladies?” He asked Josh, smiling at you both.

After Josh’s very quick introduction of you guys you’d gathered the two were very close, and- very cute as their personalities clashed playfully. Tyler- the man now awkwardly standing in front of you as Josh and your friend chatted, seemed sweet. “So, this is your place?” you spoke, breaking the silence between you two, his eyes caught in yours when you asked “Uhh- yeah, well my parent’s really but they’re on a long vacation right now.” He replied, you followed his lips as he spoke, already feeling a bit fuzzy with a refill now in your cup.

“Mmm that’s nice, so you host parties here when they’re away” you said, gazing over his reflective eyes, he reached up to scratch his neck slightly, he was kind-of awkward in a way that peaked your interest “Yeah I mean, it’s definitely one way to make yourself known around here, parties” He replied, shrugging “And That’s what you want? To be ‘known around here’?” you asked, smirking, using your free hand to push a fallen strand of hair out of your face. He chuckled slightly at your words “Doesn’t everyone?” he said, you slightly tilted your head, shrugging at his question.

You both stared at each other, and your surroundings for a few minutes, basking in the music, conversation, and the heated feeling coursing through your body. Your cheeks felt flushed, you even lifted a hand up to feel your skin, it was hot to the touch and he noticed that. “Do you wanna head somewhere else? It’s better upstairs probably- colder I mean” Tyler asked, you hesitated for a moment before replying with a simple “Yeah” and downing the rest of your drink, it stung you for a moment before settling.

He spoke quickly to Josh, a farewell for you both before taking your arm and leading you through the crowd of bodies, not without a few pushes. Heading up the stairs was sorta difficult but his hand kept a steady lead on you as you pushed yourself upwards, feet heavy beneath you.

The hallways were still littered with a few bodies, you even managed to see a sloppy make out session between- not two but three people at the end of the hall, you mumbled a quiet “weird” mindlessly. You weren’t really paying attention to much until he pushed open, what you assumed to be his bedroom door.

The room wasn’t much, at least nothing you could specifically notice in your fuzzy mental state besides the dark gray walls that seemed to match him, you pondered if he was as intoxicated as you were. I guess your thoughts were answered when he slowly sat himself on the ground instead of the bed, or a chair. His eyes weren’t focused on anything in specific but the red tint in them was obvious, especially when he met yours.

You smiled to yourself, settling down on the carpet crisscrossed next to him. “Do you want to uhh- smoke?” He asked, smiling, reaching in his pocket for what seemed to be a cart. “Sure..” you replied. He reached out his arm, handing it to you, and you slowly put it to your lips. You held the smoke in your cheeks for a moment, before inhaling, it scratched at your throat before being let out.

Instantly, you coughed a few times, not the prettiest site that’s for sure. It was a moment before the slight feeling had settled in your mind. His eyes lingered on you before you handed it back, he lifted it to his own lips and you stared blankly at him as he repeated the same process. Watching the smoke slide out from his lips effortlessly ignited a feeling in your chest, it was probably the alcohol making you feel more flustered.

“You come here with anyone besides your friend?” He asked, obviously wanting to ask if you came here with a partner or something, ‘smooth’ you thought sarcastically. “Nope, just us” You smiled “She seems to be very interested in your friend, that Josh guy.” You spoke mindlessly. He nodded, grinning. Paying attention, you noticed his crooked smile for the first time, and lingered on the feeling his features left in your stomach. “Yeah I’ve certainly heard a lot about her from him” you both let out small giggles in the realization both your friends definitely were into each other.

The music boomed from downstairs, reaching the bedroom walls with its volume. It was silent between you two as you relaxed. The pair of you ended up deciding it would be comfier to lay down on the carpet side-by-side as you chatted with one another, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling of his room.

The walls were painted blue after he turned on a small colored light off in the corner of his room, it was less harsh then the original big light’s grasp over the room. You felt like you were someplace else now, more free then the messy crowd of your thoughts usually left you in. You both spoke mindlessly, on random topics that didn’t get you anywhere in the knowing-each-other-very-well department and yet you still felt closer to him at the moment than anyone else in the house.

“How come we’ve never talked to each other before?” he asked, pausing for a moment before continuing “I’ve definitely seen you around” his head was turned towards you, as was yours to him as your bodies sprawled out on the floor. You simply shrugged, glossing your eyes over the position in which you both laid. He hummed slightly in recognition of your response, tracing his fingers on the pocket outline of his joggers.

You bit your lip, chewing on it slightly as your mind was blank besides the occasional thought about the boy next to you. Your head turned towards him, carefully studying the way his chest rose and fell, the slight sigh that exited his lips every few minutes made its way into your ears. You lifted yourself slightly off the floor, enough to scoot yourself slightly over him, now with only your head hovering slightly over his.

His attention was now off the soulless wall and onto you “Hmm?” He hummed, half lidded eyes with tiredness looking up to you. You spoke softly then “Can i?” It was obvious what you were asking, though you had no idea where the burst of boldness came from. It was the moment, peaceful and drunk on the silence between the two of you that caused the tension to rise. He only stared at you for a moment, slightly taken aback before he replied “Yeah”.

It was a ‘why not?’ moment, at least that's what you thought, and assumed he shared that idea. You hovered over him for a moment before leaning forward and placing your lips onto his. It was a chapped kiss, but you could hardly care, with the dryness of your throat it felt good to indulge in someone else’s. The position was awkward, with you slightly on your side and him laying flat down, so you scooted closer, lifting your leg and straddling him on the floor.

The kiss was hardly broken before you dove back into it, clashing your lips with his before the wetness of your tongues got involved. It was teethy just a bit, in a momentarily relaxed humorous way, you couldn’t help but smile into the heated kiss, and his hands snakes their way around your waist. Your shirt was slightly slid up at the moment with you on top of him, and his fingers found their way inside, heating your bare skin with his calloused fingers, you wondered if he’s ever played an instrument with the way his hands ignited your skin as they explored.

You felt it against you now as you slightly grinded on his body, he groaned and bit your lip accidentally “shit- sorry” Is all he mumbled before gliding his tongue over the wound. All you could do is moan in response to his quick actions, it was fast and yet felt so slow. He broke the kiss for a moment, panting as were you. His hands pulled your top slightly before his eyes met yours, as if asking ‘could I?’ with no words at all, you simply guided his hands further to take your top off and discard behind you.

It was clear you both weren’t in the best mind-space to do what you were doing. It was fast, random, and possibly a stupid idea, yet you couldn’t stop and neither could he. It was hot, the air around you, even after going top-less. The clothes-discarding was messy for both of you, sliding his ridiculous beanie off his head and looking up to you for assistance gliding his sweater over his head. He was slightly sitting up at this point, running his hands down your back to unclasp the one item between him and your tits.

He was eager, you could feel it underneath you, even being this close to him sent waves of pleasure down your spine, your heart tingled with that familiar feeling of warmth, lust mistaken for love. When you reached down to pull down your bottoms he paused “Are you sure- you want to?” he asked, in a breathy voice that made you even more flustered “I’m sure” you replied in a softer voice before sliding your bottoms down your legs awkwardly. In this mist of that he began doing the same.

He leaned upwards again, pressing his nose into your neck “Do you wanna move to the bed?” He spoke slowly, you gave him a quick “Mhm..” before you both stood up, dizzy with arousal and your medicated state of mind. You both stepped on your own discarded clothes before falling onto the bed, your lips entwined as you did so. He was on top of you now, both of you left in nothing but the lower part of your underwear.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your chin, leading down into your neck and you moaned “Tyler..” saying his name felt so dirty, he was after all practically a stranger you’d just met, you felt dirty, but in a way you liked how the spur of the moment made you feel. It was erotic how he pressed his lips to your chest, cupping one of your breasts with his hand while the other one made its way down to the band of your underwear slightly tugging on it before sliding it down your bare legs.

You panted underneath him, blinking slowly, batting your eyelashes at him as he tugged his own boxers down his legs, tossing them off the bed. You guided your eyes down his length before kissing him tightly again. His rough fingers found their way to your folds gliding them in place, you moaned a breathy moan, mouth gaped open. “s-shit” he said, noticing how your arousal was already wet to the touch.

He stopped his fingers for a moment, lowering himself down your body slightly. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stroked his dick a few times before positioning it between your folds. He kissed you, hard and slid into the warmth of your cunt, losing his breath in the process. “Fuck” he groaned into your mouth, you could only whine into his, sliding your fingers up his neck to tussle his hair between them. It took him a moment to fully insert himself into you, but once he did he slowly started rocking himself against you.

Your bodies grinded into one mess, his cock pumping in and out of you, you swore if you put a hand to your stomach you might be able to feel him inside of you. The feeling of arousal not only flooded your mind but you could feel it coating his dick as he pushed in and out of you. Your eyes were shut, basking in the lustful emotions that coursed throughout your body. Your skin was sweaty to the touch, and so was his.

You followed the tattoos on his arm up to his bicep, grabbing it when he picked up the pace. The erotic noises that left your mouth would put sober you to shame but right now you could give less of a shit. The music was loud, you hoped it was loud enough to drown out the slapping of skin between you both. As he pumped himself in and out of you, you reached a hand down to rub your clit softly, only increasing the pleasure.

He leaned into your neck again, breath hot against you, you shivered. Whining and moaning as he sucked on your supple skin, leaving marks that you were sure you’d need a shit ton of color corrector and concealer for in the morning. You felt you were coming to an end, the heat in your stomach beginning to come loose. A wave of heat coursed through you before you came crashing down with a loud moan, white poured out of your cunt and onto his dick “Fuuuck me, you’re so perfect” He spoke up finally, still thrusting he rode out your high, reaching his own in the process.

His features squinted, eyebrows raised in ecstasy. He pulled out of you quickly before he gave out, giving his own dick a few strokes before spurting his seed onto your stomach. The air was heavy with panting between the both of you, and he flopped over to the other side of the bed. At this point you barely felt the drunk of alcohol anymore, just exhausted and still high, wiping beads of sweat off your forehead.

“We should do this- again sometime” he said, chuckling softly, all you could do is snort at his boldness, leaning over to kiss him again. “Mind if I stay the night?” you asked, he only smiled at you before pulling the covers over you both, which smelt strongly of you both now.

[squiidiot]

tiktok wants me to pass away

HELLLOOOOOOOO????????

this man is too fine for his own good

[ credits to @/ sleepyhead_snail on tiktok for these glorious photos]

[bisexualtwinkk]

cherry pt.1 tyler joseph

famous!reader x tyler joseph from twenty one pilots

summary: you out yourself in front of a whole stadium about you crush on tyler.

a/n: I haven’t found many fics about tyler and I felt like contributing to the cause, xoxo, also, I tried to incorporate instagram posts here to make it more interesting, stealing lana del rey’s discography here btw, promise more in person interaction on part 2

breathing was difficult at this point, running from one end of the stage to the other, singing and dancing, interacting with fans, trying to make the concert the best experience for them.

“girl, you’re killing it tonight, damn!” carol, your manager, said while taking the sweat off your forehead before the next set.

“killing my lungs, actually” barely any sound coming out of your lips “I’m gonna need a gallon of water after this”

you can hear the screams while the screens showed some visuals to give you time to recover and retouch your makeup.

“hey, what was the name of the singer from that band that you like? I saw on twitter that he is here” red lipstick now adorning your lips, changing the light brown from before.

“I like a lot of bands, carol, any more details to give?” the two of you jogged across the dressing room to the platform that puts you on stage.

“one minute” a voice yelled from a distance.

“the one with the black neck and one with red hair, something about pilots” a comb ran through your hair for the last time before continuing with the show.

“tyler joseph? you have to be kidding, carol!” your head moving fast towards her, screaming loud while securing the in-ear monitor, the same voice from before starting to count down. “now I’m going to faint in front of the guy before meeting him, you know twenty one pilots are my favorite, god!”

“10 seconds, guys”!

“good luck out there, love you” she threw a kiss at you, making you smile while the platform went up, revealing the entire arena full of people.

“oh, hi there” a crew member handed you a guitar for the next song, “so, you know I’m a big fan girl, I tend to cry went I met celebrities from time to time” the first chords of the song cherry played through the speakers, “and someone told me backstage, that my favorite bandito is here”, the arena went crazy as you played the beginning of bandito.

“yeah, I know!” you smiled from ear to ear, seeing how thrilled everyone was “this next song doesn’t have any relationship with twenty one pilots or any of its members, by the way” a subtle laugh from the fans made you smile more, “but in all seriousness, I truly love twenty one pilots, my favorite band ever, and is truly an honor that tyler is here at my concert!” your hands touching your chest and your mouth open, exaggerating your surprise.

“I don’t actually know where he is, but I want you to know that I love you, in a no creepy way obviously” your eyes danced through the thousands of people in front of you “you guys get me, right? normal fan girl things, having their faces as wallpaper, having posters, reading some fanfics maybe” redness covered your face, moving your head side to side, “ignore that, shit, this is cherry”

the concert ended an hour after that, leaving the fans full of memorable moments, and you feeling ecstatic, running backstage to check your phone and rest. laying on the couch with a bottle of water on hand, you scrolled instagram, almost howling while seeing the first photo in your timeline.

liked by joshuadun, twentyonepilots, billieeilish, yourusername and others.

tylerrjoseph any fanfic recommendations for your favorite bandito?

clancymyking omg my dreams came true

twentytwopilots STOP I’M SCREAMING

joshuadun well played

yourusername i have some

see all comments

your phone buzzing with notificacions after that comment, putting your phone on no disturb mode was the only way to calm you anxiety just a little, a million thoughts running thru your head.

he thinks I’m a weirdo

he’a gonna blocked me

I’m gonna get banned from their concerts

“okey, at least he took it with humor, it could be worst, yeah” your own mind tried to calm you, but your heart keep going like you were being chase by a lion.

with trembling fingers, you picked your phone, opening instagram again, reading all the comments, some being positive and very funny, and some saying you were a creep, which was almost true.

the next hour was dedicated to reading comments on instagram and twitter until carol came to take you out of the venue, which usually take two hours, and after refreshing the discovery page on instagram and reposting a few stories from fans on your stories, you decided to check your inbox, a verified account catching your eyes immediately.

tylerrjoseph send you a message.

oh shit. shit. shit. shit

your phone flew away to the other couch, to afraid to open the message, your gaze frozen, looking at the phone like it was going to explote any minute from now. still debating between reading it or delete you entire account, you grabbed your phone and opened the message with your eyes closed.

tylerrjoseph hi! great concert, favorite song was cherry:)

oh, not as bad as you thought, still a little embarrassing.

yourusername oh my god i’m sososo sorry about that, i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that. thank u for going to the show, you are truly an inspiration and i’m so honored that you listen to what i sing, again i’m sorry

tylerrjoseph dont worry at all! im flattered, i truly am, thank you for dedicate a minute of your show to talk about me

yourusername i could spend all day talking about you!

yourusername again, weird, sorry about that, i mean its nothing! you are such a talented person, truly!

tylerrjoseph you’re funny, we should talk some time, like about music and stuff, or anything really, if you would like that, no pressure:)

“tyler freaking joseph wants to talk to me” that sentence keep repeating over and over, making you squeeze your phone a little more tighter than usual.

yourusername of course!

to excited, toned it down.

yourusername i mean, we can do that, i have some time off in a couple of days actually

much better.

tylerrjoseph awesome, you can send me your schedule and i can work around it

tylerrjoseph also im still waiting for those fanfic recommendations;)

[j-jinxee]

✦ — TYLER DRABBLE

NSFW under the cut! [warnings - edging, oral]

"ff- fuckkk" Tyler's head fell back as he continued to whine. His hands stuttered, urging his need to stop you. Ultimately stopping himself instead, knowing it'd only make things worse. The more he resisted, the longer you'd go on. His calloused hands went back to gripping the bed sheets, just needing to feel in control of something, anything.

"babe- baby please.. ah!" His hips spasmd — crying, pleading for a release, but you weren't done yet. You were absolutely obsessed with how pretty Tyler looked like this, prolonging his misery for as long as possible, just so you could see his desperate expression and helpless mannerisms. He swallowed harshly, attempting to soothe his dry throat, a result of his rough and heavy breathing. His eyes screwed shut — the sensation of vision being too much for him at the moment, but you didn't like that. "Eyes on me baby" you tilted his head forward and met his eyes, fuck he looked so good like this. He struggled to keep eye contact, feeling so helpless under your touch. Your hand had been laced with thick coats of pre, some leaking down and decorating his v-line. Pretty, pretty boy.

"My pretty boy ~ pretty pretty boy" you whispered somewhat musically as your hand retracted yet again. "ff- fuck, please!" Tears began to form at corners of his eyes as he screwed them shut once more. It was getting painful now — he simply couldn't take anymore without sobbing, but he held back as best he could. As he was lost in cloudy thoughts, you slowly moved back and downwards. Arching your back behind you as your lips came dangerously close to his tip. You smiled, looking up at his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

You kissed his tip, "A-ahh!". The new sensation of your hot lips just barely grazing his cock was too much, he knew he couldn't do this any longer. You thought he'd done well, although you wished it could last forever, you were happy to finish him off now. Licking a strip up his length, then bottoming out your own mouth with his aching member. He instinctively thrusted up into your mouth, making this sick game of yours end as soon as possible. You allowed him to finish in any way he pleased, which ended up just being down your throat — he feared doing anything else would lead back into edging.

"fuckfuckfuck- a-ah!" He moaned, thick ropes of hot white cum spilled out, finally releasing what'd been kept in for atleast a couple hours now. You swallowed and lapped up every last drop of his milky relief, while he layed there — nearly passed out from how intense that orgasm was. He was so, so pretty like this, just a sensitive little mess, sweaty and exhausted. He weirdly was never a fan of recieving aftercare — he said it made him feel too incapable, which is understandable. Although, you knew he'd need it after tonight, you'd force him if you had to.

jeezus i can yap aye

[wwisteriiaa]

Matchmaking

Tyler Joseph x F!reader ( blurry face era )

Warnings: None :)

Authors note: I’d appreciate it if you guys request stuff! Check out my other work of Tyler if you can! I’m also writing a story on wattpad which it’s posted on my profile! :) anyway Enjoy!

You were Marks best friend since you guys were young, so when Tyler made Mark an creative director and other sorts Mark only had one request, to give you a job, so you were made the bands photographer and social media manager on their band page.

You were thankful for Mark to give you this opportunity to show your photography, and it was a great way to get out there which wasn’t bad as you’ve gotten a lot of request to do photos for weddings and birthday party’s and photo shoots since posting with the band.

_

Here you were taking photos of Josh and Tyler as they messed around behind the scenes of a music video for their new album Blurryface, you were laughing as Josh playfully bothered Mark with dumb questions. You were close with the boys it took while for you to warm up to them as you were only use to Marks presence as you guys grew up together but you warmed up to Tyler and Josh and they made sure that it was a friendship between all of you guys not just a work relationship.

You walked up to Josh’s drums and took a photo on your photo of Josh hitting the drum kit with his drum kit, “ Looking rocking in that photo right? Y/n ” Josh joked as you laughed and showed him the photo as he fist bumped the air “ Oh hell yeah! ” he said as you posted the photo.

“ Oh Y/n I gotta question? ” Josh said as he placed the drum sticks down, you turned your head to look at him, “ What’s up! ” you said as he smiled, “ A friend of mine wanted to know if you wanted to go on a blind date tonight? ” Josh asked, you thought for a minute, it was either go home and watch movies in bed dressed in Pajamas or take a risk and go on the blind date. You nodded, “ Sure why the hell not. ” You said with a smile as Josh nodded his plan working so far, “ I’ll text you the location. ” he added as you nodded and walked off.

Josh soon Motioned Tyler over to his drum kit, “ Hey a friend of mine wanted to know if you wanted to go on a blind date tonight with them. You know the suspense. I promise it’s no crazy fan. ” Josh asked Tyler as Tyler shrugged and nodded, “ Uh yeah sure, where? ” Tyler asked as Josh smirked, “ Uh The Refectory Restaurant at 6. ” Josh said as Tyler thought about it, “ yeah sure I’ll do it. But if it goes bad you owe me. ” Tyler told Josh as He nodded quickly understanding Tyler’s words.

-

The day went by quick for you, Josh already sending you the place and time to be there, you were at home getting ready settling in on wearing a nice Red dress of yours with cute boots you had.

You quickly walked out your apartment on time but also early around 6:50 you got to the restaurant and went in and sat at a table with a glass of wine just waiting on the blind date.

Tyler soon showed up wearing nice close to the restaurant and walking in looking around, he got a table not Far from you not even noticing you were here.

You sat there for a little bit and when it hit 7:20 you messaged Josh, “ Where is this dude at? ” You messaged as Josh sent back a smiley face, you stared at the text with a confused face before looking around the restaurant till your eyes landed on Tyler.

You sat there shocked, Josh was really trying to set you up with Tyler, Josh knew your crush on Tyler but it was small and never noticeable infront of people because you kept everything professional for the sake of yourself and to not ruin the friendship you guys made.

Tyler sat there waiting looking around till he saw you staring, Tyler’s face had a smile and waved you to come over, you grabbed your wine glass and told the waitress you were changing tables because you found your date. You walked to the table, “ Hey! Y/n what are you doing here? ” Tyler asked as you shrugged, “ Josh said he had a blind date for me that’s why I’m here, though it seems I was stood up but I wasn’t expecting you to be here also waiting for someone! ” He continued.

You signed and laughed as you sat across from him sipping your wine, “ Yeah I was also here for a blind date. ” you laughed a bit shrugging, you soon got a text, Tyler looking at his own phone seeing as he got a text too in a group chat with Him, Mark and Josh and you, “ Enjoy your date! ” Josh sent with a smile as Mark sent a photo of you two at the booth from outside. You groaned embarrassed.

“ they are idiots. ” you whispered softly as Tyler sat there confused before understanding, “ You were my blind date? ” He said as You nodded, “ I kinda figured since it would be weird since Josh set us up to the same restaurant and on blind dates. ” you said as you sat your phone down.

“ I can leave though and we don’t have to speak of this again? ” You said as Tyler shook his head, “ No it’s fine, I’d love to have dinner with you. ” Tyler said with a sweet smile looking at you.

“ I just thought it would be weird, we work together and you know. ” You said as he continued to shake his head a small laugh coming out his mouth, “ Y/n I’ve liked you for awhile I think that’s why Josh did this, and I’m kinda grateful for it because I definitely wouldn’t have had the balls to do it. ” Tyler joked as you smiled, your heartbeat beating faster as you learned Tyler had the same feelings as you, “ I like you Too Tyler, like actually had a small crush on you. ” you laughed.

Tyler smiled and nodded, “ well let’s good to know, well let’s start this date then. ” Tyler said as the waitress came over to take your guys orders.

[z0mbiekisses]

Another request QUEEN!! I loved loved loved the Josh fic it was amazing and has me coming back for more! First of all though, how are you? I realised we haven't talked much before lol. Anyways, my amazing spectacular request!!

RAB Tyler who is best friends/hiding his feelings with the reader. She's someone who works super hard, gets good grades and almost drives herself insane with all the extra curriculars she does yet still doesn't feel good enough. After having a stressful day she stops by his house feeling worthless and he comforts her, refusing to let her believe she's not amazing.

Thanks bestie!

AHHH THANK YOU BFF!!!🤗🤗 thank you so much for requesting more, you’re always welcomed i LOVE your ideas . i did kind of write this in a highschool setting 😣😣.

i’m okayy, very tiredd BUT we’ll push on through (hehe)💪 TYSM FOR ASKING, how are you??😁 it’s always nice to hear from you 🫶

thank you guys so much for ur recent support!! it means smmm, sorry this took so long and it’s short, i have some more things in the drafts that hopefully make up for it 🫶 requests are opened !!🩶

THIS IS ME TRYING !

i always did my best. in school, life, everything. i needed to get into college, i NEEDED to get out of my house. however, college isn’t cheap. and i don’t exactly have the best support system, so it’s up to me. i’m in film club, national honors society and student council. i spend whatever free time studying or at my best friend, tyler’s house. it’s overwhelming, but i didn’t have many options. if i wanted to get into a good school and start living my life the way I want to, this had to be done. but today was rough, i spent all of last night finishing my college essay just to go to school bright and early the next day. i was so exhausted, but what else was new. except i had a test in my first two classes, a presentation for national honors society. and i had to stay late for a student council meeting.

i was used to the stress, however today was just awful. every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. i was late to school because my car broke down, which meant i missed taking the test. i tried to beg my teacher to still let me take it but he only said he'll think about letting me make it up. i NEEDED to take this test, it was a huge part of my grade. it wasn't fair. i gave my presentation for NHS, which went fine. except everyone's presentations were WAY better than mine was. it was obvious the amount of effort and time they spent on it, sure i put effort into mines. i was just missing the time, since i stayed up all night wednesday putting it together. i felt like an idiot. i sat alone at lunch, i only shared my lunch period with one of my friends. but she was busy hanging with her boyfriend. i ended up skipping and just spending the time volunteering at the library. the more hours the better. the day seemed to drag on, especially since i had to stay later. like most if not all the other kids who did student council, we were only doing it for our college applications. i didn't get along well with the other kids. not in the way where we would fight or anything. they were all just so pretentious and snobby. they would always undermind me, as if i could never be an intellectual individual like them. i spent the whole 4 hours i had to stay there wanting to stick my face in a hot pan of oil. when it was all FINALLY over, i sat in my car for a minute. i felt so.. worthless. everything i did didn't feel like enough, maybe it wasn't enough. what's the point of doing all these things if i wasn't even good at any of it? it wasn't long before tears filled my eyes. but i watched as the other kids from student council walked over to their fancy cars. and i realized the last thing i needed was for them to see me crying in car that probably should've been in a junkyard AGES ago. i didn't want to go home, my parents would only make me feel worse. i called tyler and asked if i could come over. he said yes and with that i drove over to his house in silence. my thoughts racing through my head were the only things i could hear. i will never be good enough. for anyone, for anything. what is the point in even trying?

eventually i knocked on tyler's door. to which he answered with a smile. it was a struggle for me to return one back. i didn't say anything at first, tyler was telling me about some story about him and josh. i couldn't focus though, my head was spinning. tyler noticed, he reached out and touched my shoulder lightly. "what's going on y/n?", tyler spoke softly. i tried to shrug it off, but tyler was more stubborn than i was.

"i know you're not okay, what's up?", tyler looked over at me softly. i wanted to tell him not to worry about it. my problems were stupid anyways. but i knew tyler wasn't one to let these kind of things go.

"what is the point of trying if i'll never be good enough.."

"trying to do what?"

"everything.", i let out a sigh.

"all i do is try, try, try. and yet i always fall short every single time i mean- it's exhausting.", as much as i tried to fight it tears fell from my eyes.

"i'm not good enough i-"

"y/n please.", tyler reached out and held my hand.

"you are more than amazing. you are the most hard working, driven person i know."

"you have to say that-"

"i mean it.", my cloudy eyes met tyler's brown ones.

"i think you're more than enough, you have such amazing things ahead of you. and that's all because of your dedication. i'm so proud of you.", i practically fell into tyler's arms. he rubbed my back as he spoke over my muffled sobs.

"you're so perfect to me y/n, i admire you.", those word silenced the negative thoughts pounding in my head. tyler's arms made me feel safe. i finally felt okay. i always knew tyler had a way with words thanks to his music. but this was so much better than that. i finally felt like i was enough.

“look at me y/n.”, i hesitated for a moment before i lifted my head up. this was the closest we’ve ever been, our inches only inches away from each other.

“i think you’re so lovely.”, my cheeks flushed a little bit. tyler’s compliment making my heart skip a beat.

“as long as you think so.”

[cupidkenji]

Silent Earth

Now playing: Silent Earth - Josephine Illingworth they saw the silent earth, and they felt it breathe Pairing: Tyler Joseph x gn!reader CW: none really, fluff, missing him on tour Summary: Mornings with Ty when he's back from tour :( Disclaimer: Reader is always thought to be fat in my stories cause chubby readers aren't loved enough. Reader is not physically described here at all but they're envisioned when I'm writing to be bigger. WC: 1.8k bro TOP has had me in a chokehold since the start of October and I'm just now remembering I can write. Shoutout 11 year old me for being a fan I hope you're proud.

The air in the rising hours felt crisp, and nearly frosty. You’d left the windows open the night before in hopes of welcoming the chill, knowing that you and him both ran hot, and slept better when it was cold inside. October was rolling to a close, and you didn’t know how many nights remained before the snow came and forced your windows shut. He had told you once that he liked the nights so frigid because you relied on him for warmth, finally cool enough beneath the duvet to require his body heat to remain comfortable. You’d practically fuse to him this time of year, overlapping any bear skin that you could, like you were trying to siphon the warmth right from it. He never minded, he looked forward to it. He seemed to reciprocate mindlessly, giggling at the noises of surprise you elicited when he’d roll you onto him before going to sleep or at the sudden draping of his arms over your shoulders whenever you were distracted. 

You’d settled into this pocket of domesticity - admittedly - faster than you should have, relying on that routine of sweeping winds and the spirit of Autumn to push you and him closer than you were in the Summertime. Even as he and Josh began their work on Clancy, you hadn’t remembered just how deep the loneliness perforated you when he was touring. Digitally, you were as in the know as possible, with videos of different venues being sent and endless declarations of his ache to be home - to be with you. It was hardly sustainable, both of you feeling the pull back to your shared space no matter where in the world he performed. It was what it was. Both of you knowing intently where your shared roots were planted, doing the best you could to keep them watered from afar. You didn’t sleep as well, he hardly slept at all. Times like these found both of you on call until the early morning, talking about nothing just for the sake of hearing the other. Feeling each other the best you could, metaphorically stretching your arms out as far as possible. The only thing that kept you reaching to close that gap was sheer desperation, pleading for just a moment of interaction. 

Both him and Josh had been devastated at the streak of years that went by with no shows. You were sad for them, but the two of you settled into yourselves during that time. Happy and homely in the life you shared, and you couldn’t find a way to be truly saddened at the time you got to spend with him. They’d gone back on tour not too long ago, tossing their finished album into the sea of fans who’d been waiting for years with open jaws. You couldn’t be happier to see him re-enter his element, going to the opening nights they played near you and wishing them well with teary eyes when they’d left Ohio for the next year. Like always, you’d allowed yourself time to wallow. A couple days to process the temporary loss. Your fingers seemed to itch with the desire to pry open your stomach and stuff it full of something fluffy, something to satiate that swirling puddle of dread that burrowed into you when he was gone for so long. It was earnest and hardy, it was a sense of incompleteness. In a way you were grateful for it because of how vibrant it made the reunions. Whenever he came back, it was like your lungs opened up to finally let air back into your body. He touched you, and seemed to simply sap that feeling from your bones.

You could still feel the phantom sensation of that misery fleeing you as you laid next to him. He and Josh were on an off week, back at home for a bit before going back up North to do the next leg of shows. You’d seen him for the first time in months last night, been able to mold yourself to him again, and slept the best you had your whole life. Now, you were awake before him, propped up slightly on the headboard and just looking. Whenever he caught you staring at him, he’d jokingly chastise that you’d turn him to stone if you looked any harder, but you could never help yourself. The tours were always taxing, you’d heard it time again on your calls, but it was different seeing the way he wore it when he came home. His voice was always a tad raspier, shoulders a tad more slumped, and the circles under his eyes begging for sleep that would actually revive him. Not the shaking tour bus beds or the cheap hotels, but the bed that was shared between the two of you. He was the most ethereal sight you’d ever seen. The sun was christening the floorboards, creeping over his bare chest and making his resting face almost glow in the gold of the light. It was nearly angelic, watching the illuminated room rouse him from the well deserved sleep. You were almost sad to watch him be pulled from it, but you missed him like hell, and the thought of losing time to slumber wasn’t one you liked. 

You meant to greet him good morning as he woke up, felt it bubble up in your throat, even. You’d heard those slight groans of returning consciousness, though, and watched him stretch and fully open his eyes, and simply couldn’t force it out. The warmth that pooled in your stomach at feeling so fully at home after being deprived of it reached up and yanked the words back down before you could say them. You were so captivated by his very existence, that you only smiled slightly, a small upturn of your lips to express the elation pumping through you. He could sense it as he awoke, either the absence of you in his arms or the presence of your eyes on him, and he turned his head toward you. Still lying on the pillow, he rolled over to face you.

He saw your awestruck face, with eyes that were glistening a little with pure adoration and fondness, and he chuckled at the sight. “Good morning.” It was light, and a bit rough both from sleep and residual exertion from tour. It settled silently into the natural ambiance of your still bedroom. 

You smiled a bit wider at the sound, laughing breathlessly at the look of amusement on his face. “Sorry. I know I’m staring.” You nudged him with your leg at the reference, his fingers coming up to trace gentle shapes on it as he smiled at your words. 

“Mm, you are.” It was a bit snarky, and he kept his hand moving on your leg. “But it’s ok. I actually missed it while I was gone.”

You feigned shock at his words. “Really? I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Not worried I’m going to turn you to stone anymore?”

He laughed, a slight giggle that sounded so at ease you nearly cried from how much you felt the absence of it when he was away. “I don’t think I’d mind it.” You raised your eyebrows in question. “Yeah, I mean - if you turn me to stone, I’d just have to stay here forever, and I already want to do that. No problems here.” 

Your face wrinkled in a mix of cringing and laughing at such a cheesy remark so early in the morning. “Wow, that was so smooth.” You remarked, sarcastic and attempting to be deadpan before breaking and chuckling through your response, the man beside you already laughing. 

You put your palm on top of the fingers tracing your thigh, opting to hold his hand and caress the back of it with your thumb. “How’d you sleep?”

You saw his other hand travel up to his head, familiarly fidgeting with the strands of his grown out buzz cut. The angle seemed a bit awkward with his head still resting on his pillow, but it was a subconscious habit, and you doubt he even noticed it. “Indescribably good.” He emphasized, dramatic in tone but still holding a sense of sincerity. “I actually slept. I’ve been so used to waking up or not sleeping deep enough. I think I just passed out last night.”

You giggled at that. “You did. I looked over and you were out.”

“Hey, you can’t blame me for that.” He looked down to where you were holding his hand. “I haven’t been home in forever. It’s like the sleep deprivation caught up with me when I saw you were here and ok.”

Your brows furrowed at that. “I get that. But we talk every night, Ty. You know when I’m home.”

“No - I know.” He paused for a moment. “It’s like, consciously I know you’re fine, but when I’m so far away I can’t feel it like I usually can. I worry about it, you know subconsciously. That you’re not ok somehow and I don’t know because I’m not here.” You go to voice your rebuttal, but he continues his explanation. “When I’m home, everything just…falls into place. I know you’re safe, so I don’t have to worry about anything.”

You exhale, heavy and sympathetic. The same anxiety keeps you from sleeping deeply, haunted by thoughts of his bus crashing or someone wanting to hurt him. You don’t know what to say. You decide, instead, to move back down from the headboard and lay against him. Circling his torso with your arms and slotting yourself in his open arms. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll be waiting for you to get home, yeah? Promise.”

He took his now free hand and held your shoulder with it, pressing you tighter against him. Squeezing lightly in acknowledgment of your words. “Can’t promise that, honey.”

You sucked in a breath, lining your words with more sarcasm. “Too bad.” You brought your hand up to his chest, palm flat against it as you dug your chin into the back of it to look him in the eyes. “I’ll always be here, you know? I love you.” No matter how many years you shared with him, the words always felt slightly foreign leaving your mouth. Nerves still lined your stomach at the thought of willingly giving him so much of yourself. You always pushed through, though. The feelings you held were so blinding, and so overwhelming that they practically spilled from your lips anyways. No matter the words you said, they were always flowing steadily over the rim with the love you had for him. 

The light in the room reflected off his pupils, the depths of brown in his irises shining with the comfort of being home, the innate correctness of the two of you together. He didn’t know how he’d ever lived without it. “I love you more.”

[howdyousleepatnight]

Out of hell (part 1)

Pairing : Josh Dun x Fem!Reader - Tyler Joseph x Fem!Reader Warning : Swearing, dystopia and oppressive government

Word count : 462

Summary : As a result of your helpfulnes within the city, you’ve been asked to go and retrieve something that had been left by Banditos outside of Dema following their escape. You were supposed to return after one day. You were supposed to…

(Be kind please, I’m new to Tumblr writing + English’s not my first langage :,) Enjoy!!)

I run. I run as fast as I can. Why do I run, you might ask? I'm running because I've only got one day to complete the task I've been given: find a bag left outside of Dema by some Banditos when they escaped. Of course, it's no ordinary bag, otherwise it'd be silly to let a banal Dema resident as me go out like that. No. The bag contains potential information about a camp where rebels may have taken refuge, and given the intentions of Dema's top leaders, it could be the occasion to find them and take them back to the prison they thought they could leave so easily…

So I run, hoping in the back of my mind that I can save time to find a way to escape, without anyone suspecting a thing. I'm very efficient and serviable in the Dema community, so how could they suspect anything? 

Anyway, let's focus on finding this bag first : I'm sure it could be helpful once I’ll be facing the unknown, all by myself. 

The sound of my walkie-talkie seeking connection startled me. As I answer the call a few seconds later, an unfamiliar voice spoke to me.

"Hello Y/N. Hope you're not too tired already, because you still seem to be far away from your goal : anyway, here's the exact location of the bag. » The person didn’t seem to be friendly just by the way they talked.

I wrote down the information on my notebook. “Okay, you got it all?”, asks me the voice in a firm tone as if the person was asking me this just out of politeness.

"Yes, thank you, it should be alright. If anything happens, I will contact you." 

"No, don’t call back. If anything happens, please activate the alarm signal on your tracker. No one will be able to come and help you in case of an incident, but we will send a replacement and finish the mission for you." The voice tells me in a cold tone. Ah. Thank you for reassuring me, I absolutely do not shit myself right now. « Oh okay… » I said, becoming aware of the situation they put me in. « Bye then. Good luck. » and right after that, she hung up. Bitch. Nevermind, why would I shit myself thinking about something that won’t happen ? Why would even something happen to me? There isn’t much outside of Dema, the majority of the land out there is lost and lifeless. 

I sigh to myself and began to walk. From now on, I’ll focus on my surroundings and find the bag as soon as possible. I don’t want to go back to this shitty place. ever. 

[sm1ther33ns]

A Week Off (Tyler Joseph x Reader x Josh Dun)

Title; A Week Off Pairing; Josh Dun x AFAB!Reader x Tyler Joseph Rating: Explicit CW; Marijuana, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, Hotel Sex,

summary; You decide to take a week off from work in order to see a Twenty One Pilots concert and have a vacation after. You didn't exactly plan on offering a couple joints to Tyler and Josh after the show. You especially didn't expect them to take you up on your offer to go get high in your hotel room.

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The concert had been amazing, as you expected it to be. This wasn’t the first time you had seen Twenty One Pilots live and, if you were being honest, they were always some of the best concerts you had gone to. The energy of the crowd cheering off at Tyler as he sang, and the way he controlled the energy of everyone with a firm but steady hand had always been admirable. Josh’s energy on the drums (not to mention the muscles that moved with each beat) was adrenaline inducing. You could feel your body vibrate with the delicious aftermath of adrenaline, making your palms sweaty and the cool air outside of the venue feel like a godsend. 

You felt lucky you were able to take a week off of work, not only to see the band but to get some much needed rest time. Your job was demanding, even if it was just retail, and the socialization it required was always overwhelming. To free yourself from social obligations and travel alone, staying in a hotel alone was worth the week of PTO you had used. 

You adjusted the jacket over your shoulders, trying to let your hot body cool down naturally. The last thing you wanted was a cold from being too chilled. Leaning back on the short, concrete barrier that separated the ground from a high set of bushy flowers, you fished around in your pocket with a huff. Eventually your fingers wrapped around the two items you had been pawing for: a joint and a lighter. You don’t know how you snuck these behind venue security, really, but if they had cared…well, it was too late. It wasn’t like you had lit up in the middle of the venue. Now THAT would be a fire hazard.

The end of the joint slipped into your lips and you relished the flavor of Tropical Cookie and Shortbread as you thanked God this city was 420 friendly. You brought the lighter up to your lips, flicking the cheap Bic on with a few aggressive clicks of its ignition. Once the flame shook in the breeze of the open air, you watched as the end of your joint lit up with a rosy glow of oranges and yellows. The lighter slipped back into your pocket, next to the two other joints you had brought along to keep your high going. You took one long drag of your weed before exhaling up into the sky. 

You watched the smoke fade up into the air above you, dissipating in slithering shapes of gusting snakes. A sigh escaped your lip as your shoulders slumped, your body eager to accept the effects of the weed as soon as you would finish the joint. You had taken a tolerance break on purpose the week before, just to make sure you could squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of the near worrying stash of joints, edibles, and flower you had decided to bring with you for the week. Nothing sounded better than getting high as a kite and spending a few days in your hotel room before exploring the city on your own. 

You were only a few puffs into your joint when you heard the unholy, creaking sound of rusted metal. You winced at the noise, head turning to seek the source of its unpleasantness with a huff. 

It turned out to be a side door to the venue. A large, red and white sign labeled ‘DO NOT ENTER’ signaled that it was an exit, but on an entrance. Once whoever came from it was out, they certainly wouldn’t be let in again. So you watched with curiosity and a foggy mind, just to see who it was. Maybe you could warn them that they’d have to go back around now, if they wanted to get back into the venue. 

Your breath hitched instead, jaw clenching the joint so tight between your lips that you swore you almost snapped the filter in half. The smoke made your lungs sore as you held it, and your eyes watery and red. You recognized both men, even if they were wearing baggy jackets and beanies that covered their hair. Even if you weren’t noticed by them, it was obvious who they were as they chatted and laughed with one another, high on their own adrenaline. 

Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun.

You weren’t sure if you were lucky or cursed. They hadn’t noticed you in the side corner of the entrance, the door obfuscating you before it closed all the way. They focused more on one another than on you. With Josh’s back towards you, and Tyler’s eyes staring up at the sky as he talked, you were all but invisible as you overheard their conversation slightly. It wasn’t much, though. A chat about their show and how they would need showers after all of it. How Josh bemoaned the breaking of his fifth set of drumsticks in a night, and a playful jab from Tyler on how they’d need to keep an arsenal next to the drumset for him next time. 

You were silent as you watched them, figuring that there was no other opportunity to do so. Even in your high state, the shyness and fear of interrupting them was strong. You were sure the last thing they wanted was a fan spotting them and then dragging more over. It was fine to simply be able to say you saw them off of the stage, even if they didn’t seem to even register your existence. You preferred observing anyways, hiding to the side and watching people organically be themselves without the pressure of a new social norm added into the equation. In a way, it was heartwarming.

They paused their conversation as Josh’s head shot up to the side, squinting into the air as he looked around. Tyler’s brows knit as he did the same, and you heard Josh laugh with amusement as he stretched one long shoulder over his head with a sigh.

“Man, I’d smoke after a concert too,” Josh hummed with a sigh, “I almost wish it were me.”

“You always wish it was you.” Tyler chuckled, to which Josh shot him a playful look. One that said ‘oh like you don’t’, and the singer’s lips curled into a sheepish grin at his friend.

Your hazy mind didn't think about it before you pulled your own joint from your lips, blowing out smoke to the side (taking care not to aim it in the direction of the band) as you fished back in your pocket and felt for the two joints you had been saving. Once they were pulled out, you stuck them neatly between your fingers and held them out in your other hand, leaning with your joint on the wall, before speaking with a slightly hoarse voice:

“I have a couple more, if you have the time.”

Tyler’s head whipped from around Josh towards you, his eyes wide with surprise and something like panic, but not quite. Josh’s whole body snapped around, a released sound of ‘Jesus!’ popping from his lips as he moved back just a foot. You couldn’t help the thin lipped smile of amusement that passed over you at their surprise. You lowered the offered joints just for a moment to suck another puff of your own before it burnt for too long, pulling your head away from the two again to blow smoke out with a sigh. Already the feeling of fogginess overcame you, not fully, but enough to make your eyes water just a bit with redness as you returned to offering them out.

“I’m serious, I don’t mind sharing. Sorry I scared you, though. Didn’t mean to.”

“‘S fine,” Tyler mumbled with a laugh, approaching you slowly and holding his hand out, “I’ll take the offer if you’re serious, though.”

“Yeah,” You laughed despite yourself, reaching out to drop the two into his hands, which you noted were still slightly discolored gray with the black paint he must have washed off inside the Green Room. You tried not to let your eyes linger on them for too long, passing your gaze up as Josh was offered the other joint. He took it with a grin, the edges of his nose wrinkling in amusement as he put the filter between full lips.

Reaching into your pocket once more, you yanked out your little lighter and handed it to Tyler as well before finding the words to speak on your dry tongue again, “Think of it as a ‘thanks’ for the show tonight. You both killed it.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up at the compliment, a small smile on his lips around his joint as he held up the lighter and flicked it on a few times, but the wind put it out even when it lit. So you stood up, legs wobbly and a little numb, and wrapped your free hand around the other side of his to block it. With the safety of both of your palms, the end lit up and smoke pooled around it as he inhaled, pulling back to exhale the streams of it into the air. You followed with heavy eyes, admiring the way the tendrils of it curled before disappearing into the late night sky. 

The singer handed Josh the lighter after, and he had a much easier time with lighting his. Soon the three of you were inhaling the sweet flavor of the strain you had chosen, the scent of burning grass filling the back alley as Tyler coughed a little bit, puffing out smoke and heaving as he did so. You laughed despite yourself, grinning just as Josh snickered, “Haven’t done this in a while, huh Ty?”

“Shut up.” He returned, glaring playfully at the other man before he let his attention focus on you curiously, “So you came for the concert?”

“Kind of,” You shrugged, “I’ve seen one before, but I was taking a week vacation here and this was the last show you were doing on the tour, so I figured ‘why not’ since I was here, you know?”

“Well, glad we put on a good show.” Tyler returned, almost thankful in his tone, “Is your week almost over or…?”

“Oh, nah, this is like my second day,” You returned, “I still got a long while to relax.” You kicked your feet as you held your joint between your teeth, the thin thing nearly gone in your own lips. You felt it begin to burn on your face, but you were determined to take in everything it had. You tilted your head up into the sky with an exhale, feeling like a dragon as you did so. 

“Nice,” Josh finally spoke up as he pulled his joint from his lips, his own almost halfway gone, “I think we’re staying, like, a couple more days here before we head off too. Our bus blew a gasket and we’re getting it fixed.”

“What a time for it to fuck up,” You mused with a giggle, and the other two laughed with you. Their own highs began to get to them, their shoulders relaxing more and their bodies swaying slightly as they eased up in their attitude. You were grateful, able to match their energy with your own casual silliness as you spoke. There was a sudden ‘ding’ from Tyler’s pocket, and he fished out his phone to tap it open curiously. Within a moment his eyes widened.

“Damn,” He whispered, “Josh we need to go, the uber’s here.”

The two sped through the rest of their joints, but not before Josh turned to you and asked, “Are you staying around here? It’s not a good idea to hang out in an ally alone this late, I think.”

You shrugged, giving the name of your hotel before continuing, “My phone’s almost dead though, so I might just take a bus or something.”

Tyler’s eyes lit up for a moment, waving his hand as he sucked down more of his joint before coughing, “Tha-That’s our hotel too. Want a ride?”

“Seriously?” Your eyes lit up, eager not only to save money on a ride but to do so with Twenty One Pilots. It would make for a great story to brag about on the way home, but you tried to hide your giddiness by putting out the edge of your finished joint on the wall and shoving it in your pocket, not wanting to litter, “That’d be really great, honestly, if you’re offering.”

“Yeah,” Tyler laughed, “What’s your name?”

Right, you had forgotten to give it to them. “It’s Y/N.” 

“Well then, Y/N, let’s go then,” Tyler said while putting his own joint out in the same way, but when you held out your hand for his finished piece, he put it there. You shoved it in the pocket with your own, and did the same with Josh’s before the three of you were all but booking it down the alley towards the direction of the Uber on the map. You all stumbled slightly, giggling as the effects of the weed took hold of you all. Though a joint didn’t seem enough to completely inhibit your triad, you could tell they were a lot more relaxed than when you had watched them walk out sober. 

Tyler slid into the Uber first, patting the middle seat for you to get in next. Josh’s hand helped guide you on your back, the touch sending shivers up your now sensitive skin as you hopped in, and then the drummer. The driver wrinkled his nose only slightly at the scent the three of you carried, likely obvious you were high in the way the flavor clung to your tongue and clothes. He didn’t say anything, however, before driving off towards your desired location.

The weed helped conversation flow easier than if it hadn’t been inhaled before. Tyler seemed spacier than Josh, often staring out the window and blinking away a hazy gaze before asking to repeat what you said with a surprised ‘huh?’ here or there that made you grin in amusement. Josh seemed less anxious, his body sprawled as he gestured in the air about things, and laughed brightly at jokes made between you all. Their bodies pressed solid against either side of you, arms radiating a warmth that almost made you too hot in your jacket. You couldn’t help the flush of your cheeks, either, as you realized your situation. Sandwiched tight between two men you couldn’t help but have a slight crush on. 

Your eyes wandered to Tyler as he stared out the window, his gaze wondrous. As if he were seeing the world for the first time. The fluffiness of his hair was toned down with sweat from his show. Tanned skin was warm against full lips as he pursed them, hiding the crooked teeth you knew he had (and found adorable). You could feel the thinness of his arm in comparison to Josh’s, still with muscle but not nearly as much as the drummers. 

As your eyes cast over to Josh, you admired the various tattoos on his tank-top clad body. You felt yourself space out as you stared at his tattoos, admiring each of the patchworks on the side that pressed onto you, knowing his larger sleeve was on the other. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t say anything, probably too wrapped up in the way his hands drummed on his knees as he stared forward in a way that might have been just a little too spacey.

You weren’t sure how long it took to get to the hotel. Time blindness began to blur your vision as the three of you got out, trying your best to appear as sober as you could while you walked through the hotel lobby towards the elevators. You all stood there, waiting for the thing to land on the bottom floor. Thankfully, it was empty as it opened, allowing the three of you to clamber in just as it closed. Tyler looked at you after a moment curiously, “What’s your floor?”

“Three.” You hummed, leaning on the railing inside the elevator as you looked around the metal structure. 

“Same.” Josh laughed, “That’s wild.”

“Almost fate.” Tyler giggled, and you snickered alongside them as he pressed the button.

You don’t know what boldness in you allowed you to say what you did. You decided to blame it on the weed for inhibiting your normal anxiety as you spoke, trying not to make your words sound confusing as they heaved themselves out of your tongue.

“I have some edibles and pipes in my room, it’s smoking. If you guys want anymore, you could swing by and hang out?”

The worst they could say was ‘no’ and then that would be it, really. You’d be able to leave with a story about smoking with Twenty One Pilots and, honestly, that was more than you were expecting on this vacation. Yet as Josh and Tyler looked at one another, a silent communication between friends who had known each other for years, you felt your palms grow sweaty and the small thrum of anxiety formed awkwardly in the back of your skull. 

You felt your shoulders relax as they grinned at one another and shrugged.

“Sure, if you wanna share,” Tyler agreed, and Josh nodded, “Whats your room number.”

You hadn’t actually expected a ‘yes’, if you were behind honest, but the sound of it made your legs weak with excitement and your heart slam inside of your chest as you tried to stop your jaw from dropping in favor of choking out your room.

“Oh, uh, 346.”

“Cool,” Tyler nodded with an equally anxious smile, matching your energy almost as if to reassure you that you weren’t alone, “Give us a bit to shower and stuff, and we’ll be over.”

“G-Great!” Was all you could get out as the elevator door slid open. The three of you stepped out and you watched them wave to you as they headed down the corridor opposite of your room to theirs. You made sure they turned just around the corner before booking it as fast as you could towards you own room, barely making the corner before knocking a decorative table over. 

You fumbled too long with your keycard, making you curse before you flung the door open, eyes wide as you whipped your head around your single hotel room. The mess was obvious, and you felt yourself curse without registering the word as you moved to clean as best as you could. I turned into more flitting around, shoving your suitcase and clothes into a neat pile in the corner. Pulling out the weed you had bought in the nearby dispensary alongside the Nintendo Switch you had brought along from your home for some entertainment. You put the machine by the television before laying out your weed on the nearby desk that came with the room, making sure you forgot nothing as you looked over you collection.

It wasn’t a lot, you had to save money for food, but it was a peanut-butter filled chocolate bar, two small containers of gummies you had gotten on sale, and a grinder alongside your favorite two pipes you had wrapped safely away in your suitcase so they wouldn’t break. 

You then hurried to the shower, washing the sweat of the concert off quickly before sliding on your sleep clothes, doubting the two would care if you wore a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose fitting T-shirt in your own hotel room. There was a beating in your heart as you finally got everything done in a whirlwind you didn’t know you could have. Feeling slightly sober from the shower, though, you made your own way to the gummies and popped three in your mouth. 30mg was about the normal amount you took, but you knew with the tolerance break you had before it would at least stop you from overthinking your situation. 

You had just washed them down with a sip of flat coke from your lunch earlier when there was a knock on the door. Hurriedly you opened it up, smiling as Josh and Tyler appeared behind it. They donned their own casual clothes, Josh in sweatpants and a tank top. Tyler in a loose fitting shirt and basketball shorts. You stepped to the side to let them in. 

“Thanks again,” Josh spoke as he smiled, clearly still a little high from the joint you had offered earlier. LIke you, however, it seemed their showers had sobered them up enough. 

“‘Course,” You grinned, gesturing to the desk as you shut your hotel door, taking care to put the locks on best you could, the paranoia of something walking into what you were doing a little too intense as you did so, “I laid out what I have. I already took a couple edibles, if you want to pass a pipe around at all?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tyler hummed as he looked over the choices, “How many edibles can we have?”

“As many as what gets you going,” You laughed, “I don’t mind.”

There was a brief, polite series of ‘thanks’ before the two reached out. Both chose a couple squares of the chocolate bar, chewing them up as you grabbed your pipe and grinder, picking one of the strains to load into the helpful little tool. You forgot what you had chosen, asking more for a recommendation at the shop than actually knowing. Space-something, you were sure it was called. 

“I have a Switch, if you want to play something,” You nodded towards the television as you leaned against the desk. The sound of the metal teeth of the grinder scraping across the flower was music as you made sure it was as fine as you could make it. Tyler’s eyes lit up as he grinned, all crooked teeth and sharp canines. It made you flush, and you hoped you could blame it on the shower you had just taken as he stood up to look over the machine eagerly.

“Do you have Mario Party?” He asked, fiddling with the chords to help plug it in.

“Yup.” You emphasized the ‘p’ with an idle pop as you put the grinder down and filled the bowls of each pipe. Josh was at your side as he watched, and you graciously handed over one of them to him. He grabbed a lighter from the desk with a smile at you that made you all the more flustered. Maybe being able to keep your cool with one of you favorite bands was going to be a little more difficult than you thought. Especially when you watched Josh as his muscles flexed against the lighter, his lips curling around the pipe to inhale as the weed lit up on the other end. 

After a few minutes of fiddling, Tyler got the switch plugged in and soon the three of you were passing both pipes between one another with the controllers in your hands. As the weed from the pipes settled in, you felt your cheeks go warm and your mind go fuzzy, the worried thoughts of being with the two band mates fading away from your mind. It felt more, now, like you were hanging out with new friends. You felt like mud as you moved your controller in your hands, giggling at the way your character began to spin around in whatever mini-game was on the screen. You were promptly eliminated, watching Yoshi fall to his death in a pit as you were knocked out of the running, leaving Tyler and Josh to fight for first place.

Tyler had leaned forward, his eyes tinged red and his tongue lathing over dry lips as his fingers pressed the buttons with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. You watched his thumbs move against the little switch remote, fascinated by the way his tan skin sparkled against the color of the console. Your eyes trailed over to his arm then, admiring the tattoos shown off in his loose shirt for a few, spacey moments before you felt a nudge to your opposite side.

You faced Josh, whipping your head too fast and making the room spin. You blinked away your surprise to find him offering you up the pipe with an equally silly grin. The way it stretched against his lips and wrinkled the edges of his eyes was absolutely adorable. You smiled your thanks as you took it, lighting it up with the lighter that he pushed into your hand as you took in the last of the burning weed. You exhaled, realizing how hazy and intense the smell of your night had become in the enclosed room. It was practically a hot box now, making you reach around your arms and roll up the sleeves of your shirt to turn it into a half attempt at a tank top. 

Tyler laughed as he cheered, all but tossing the controller onto the floor as he fell back, losing his balance at the movement. His head fell into the pillows and you burst out laughing despite yourself, looking over at him with a grin, “Little high there, Joseph?”

“Maybe a bit.” He grinned back, sarcasm laced with amusement soupy in his hazed gaze. 

Josh reached to take the pipe from you, muttering something about the edibles hitting and he had to use the restroom. When he stood up, he almost tripped over his own shoes, which had come off along with his socks at some point in the night. Tyler’s had done the same, you realized. How long had you guys been there? Right, you had also taken edibles. The realization had the room spinning as the door to the bathroom closed. You decided to joint Tyler in laying on the bed.

Your heads almost touched at the closeness you shared, your eyes gazing up at the ceiling of the room, trying to ignore the buzzing of the lamps at the side you were using for light. You traced shapes that weren’t there in the growing patterns of the textured walls before your head lolled over to observe Tyler Joseph curiously.

It turned out he was doing the same with you, and your noses touched unexpectedly. 

Surprised, you blew out a little giggle, and he grinned himself as he laughed. The situation was equal parts amusing and…maybe something else, judging by the way he stared at your eyes. You took the opportunity to observe his face up close as well, the closeness lost on you as you traced his jawline with your eyes.

He had a boyish face despite being an adult man, all crooked smiles to match his teeth and soft eyes with bags underneath them. A testament to his poor sleep schedule. In your state, as the edibles hit alongside your flower, you could swear you saw every open pore on his skin with hyper clarity. His lips, so full and puffy, matched the red of his gaze in a way that made you feel like you were looking at some sort of portrait. The sweetest shades of brown danced in his eyes as he looked back at you, neither of you seeming to realize the intensity of your stares. 

“You’re really pretty.” You finally speak, your words unfiltered as you smiled at him, “Like an angel.”

He laughed at this, “You’re pretty too.”

“You think so?” You couldn’t hide the genuine surprise in your tone. Was he seriously calling you pretty when you saw him right now as ethereal? How baffling, even to your soupy mind. 

You barely registered him shifting closer to your. You felt his leg press against yours, bare skin touching and sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin was sensitive in your high, and his mere contact felt like a million fireworks traveling up your spine as he whispered to you, as if trying to keep a secret:

“Yeah…really pretty.”

You didn’t know how it happened, nor who did it first, but you were going to blame it on the weed either way. Soon your lips touched, the kiss hypersensitive and warm as you whimpered against his mouth. He inhaled sharply in his nose, but did not pull away. If anything, the sound urged him to shift slightly forward so that his mouth could latch onto yours more smoothly. You kissed back, the movements of your mouth slow and languid against one another. He tasted like weed and chocolate. You didn’t doubt you were flavored the same as you shifted your hand to touch his torso, clinging to his loose shirt like a lifeline. His legs practically entwined with your own as you awkwardly kissed on your sides, bodies tangling up before you finally separated. 

“...It’s hot.” Was the only thing you could get out of your mouth. It was the truth. Between the both of your your palms had grown sweaty. Your heads glistened with warmth, his reaching his hair and wilting it ever so slightly across his skull. The statement made him nod, swallowing down his dry throat as he reached out to you. His fingers ghosted up your loose shirt, touching at your side curiously. 

He sent fireworks up your spine, and the gasp you let out was unintentional. Yet it spurred him on. It gave the singer confidence to slowly lift the fabric up further on your body. Eventually the both of you sat up, and you held your arms upwards to allow him to slip the loose clothing off of you. It fluttered somewhere on the bed as you exposed your torso to him, sighing in relief as the air became slightly less stuffy without the extra layer. 

Your eyes watched, fascinated as Tyler removed his own shirt, mimicking your noise as he agreed, it was far cooler without one. You couldn’t help but reach out to his chest, fingertips tracing the raised skin of his tattoos idly. There was a strange urge to find markers and color them in. Patterns and shades lit up in your mind as you continued to press against him, and the gentle whimper that it pulled from his lips caught your attention enough to look up.

His lips found your own again, hands reaching around your back to bring you closer to him. Craving the intense contact, you let your legs shift without thinking about it, straddling him as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. There was an urgency to his mouth now as he opened it to lick up your own. Dutifully you allowed your jaw to hang slack, the makeout sloppy but your minds too far gone to particularly care. Especially when his calloused fingertips continued to feel at your exposed sides, touching up further and further until he was dragging his nails down your back. You moaned in appreciation into the kiss, and the vibrations made him sigh as he rolled his hips slightly.

The friction made you jolt, shivering into his mouth as he took it as an invitation to suck your bottom lip between his teeth with a moan of appreciation. You weren't sure how long you both lay there, languidly kissing and pressing your chests tight together in an effort to enjoy the contact, before you heard the toilet flushing and the water of the sink go off. 

Reluctantly you removed your lips from his, feeling the puffiness of your bottom one now in a way that made you lick your lips. Tyler’s eyes followed the movement for a few seconds before he followed your head towards the bathroom entrance. Neither of you registered the thought of probably getting off of one another, especially not when his skin felt so good against your own. You wanted to cling to it like a lifeline. Like it was the only thing grounding you. Stopping you flying into space without warning. Damn, maybe that strain was rightfully named.

Josh came out of the bathroom and stopped near the bed, eyes widening at the sight before him. You almost missed the way his eyes trailed down to your chest before snapping back up, cheeks flushing red with surprise.

“I-uh…” Josh stuttered, words slurring through his own high before he spoke without thinking, “That’s hot?”

Despite the situation, you laughed at his stuttering. Tyler joined you, the both of you all but cackling at the surprise on his face. Despite his redness, Josh couldn’t help but laugh too. The three of you filled the room with giggles, your body falling forward as it gained a new heaviness that you recognized as the edibles hitting, but your mind was far from caring. Not as Tyler’s fingers held you by your hips to keep you steady. Not as your chest pressed hard against his, and you shivered. The noise that escaped you was a satisfied sigh mixed with a whimper that lit up Tyler’s eyes with excitement. 

It wasn’t the only thing excited, however, judging by the hardness against your leg through his shorts. You stifled a gasp, but failed the second you felt him throb with interest. Your realization seemed to make his own cheeks blossom red as he looked up at you, almost apologetic. You responded by biting your lip nervously, shifting your hips down to feel a little bit more of him. You weren’t sure if it was curiosity or not, but the way he moaned at the feeling made your core throb. Tyler threw ihs head back, neck exposed enough for you to watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. 

With no impulse control, you leaned forward and bit at the soft flesh of the singer’s neck. He gasped, and you felt the air leave his jugular as you nibbled and sucked on it. Somewhere to the side, you felt the edge of the bed bend with Josh’s added weight. After a few more seconds of sucking, Tyler mewling as his hips bucked up desperately, you pulled your mouth away and casted your head to the side. You felt it loll a little, bending at an angle against your shoulder that would have been uncomfortable if not for the numbing effect of the sativa in your veins. 

In the midst of kissing the other’s neck, Josh had pulled his tank top off. Your eyes were shameless in the way they scanned his pecs. His joggers did little to hide his own stirring interest. All of your libido’s were heightened by the sensitivity caused by all of the edibles coursing through your veins. You felt on cloud nine. The dreamy haze that surrounded all three of you was obvious as Josh leaned in, his hand finding your leg and giving a squeeze with a large hand that made you shiver. He smiled, lopsided and nervous, but somehow gained the courage to lean forward and kiss you as well. 

His movements were slower than Tyler’s were, less inclined to take the lead and rather letting you set the pace. You weren’t sure what beat to move to, so you simply sat there kissing back, finding the back of his neck to kiss a little longer before separating with a wet ‘pop’ of your mouth. What was once dry now had you salivating as you gazed between the two men. 

There was a long silence hanging between all three of you, but your mind could only focus on the arousal between your legs and the throbbing of Tyler under his shorts. He brought your attention back on him with long fingers sliding just under the hem of your shorts. 

“Um..Can we…?” He whispered it, as if afraid of rejection. At his question, Josh leaned in curiously, waiting for your response. Wanting in on what was (hopefully) about to happen.

Your mind was foggy, and you probably shouldn’t have been making full decisions like this. Yet your head reeled at the way your favorite band was looking at you, with Tyler’s eyes full of lust and Josh’s full of hope. Biting your lip, you gave a slow nod of approval, “Y-Yeah. God yes. Please.”

It was all they needed. 

Tyler’s hands slid fully into your shorts now, gripping at the flesh of your as as he pushed you down against him, grinding in between your legs with a light moan. You whimpered as you felt his cock through his shorts, grinding on your most sensitive spots. Your clit nudged against the fabric of your shorts, making you gasp and reach out to put your hands on either side of him on the headboard. Your hips moved of their own accord now, grinding into him with a desperation you weren’t aware you were holding inside of you.

“Hn,” He moaned out, matching the pace of your hips, “I-hn-I w-wanna-ahh-Please.”

You slowed the roll of your hips enough to step off of him. While he struggled to pull his pants down, you felt a gentle hand guide you in the opposite direction. Josh bit his lip as you faced him, eyeing your chest for a few moments before you reached out to his free hand. Guiding it to your chest, he gave it a firm squeeze, making you whimper as the callouses on his thumb glided over your sensitive nipple. He inhaled sharply before leaning forward, capturing you in a slightly rougher kiss than before. His hand did not stop fondling you as he kissed, and you could practically hear the desperation in his gentle huffs and moans against your mouth. 

New hands wrapped around your waist now, and Tyler’s lips found your neck. Uneven teeth nibbled on the junction between neck and shoulder, sharp canine scraping in a way that sent goosebumps up your spine. While Josh cared for your upper half, Tyler’s hands snuck into the waistband of your shorts. You wondered how a man could have such long fingers, but the thought dissipated when you felt him touch your clit.

You gasped, pulling away from Josh to lean your head back and whimper out a moan. This encouraged Tyler to keep on going, making slow and lazy movements on the sensitive nub as Josh stood to kick his shorts and boxer off onto the floor. You opened your eyes long enough to see his dick spring free of its confines, and he gave a sweet moan at the relief he felt as he took himself into his hand.

He was hard and throbbing, practically desperate as the tip dribbled with precum that he gathered into his palm and used to pump his length. The sight was messy and erotic, no doubt his own high making him extra sensitive. Tyler took your unguarded movements as an opportunity to curl his fingers downwards so he pushed two into your soaked cunt.

“Shit,” He moaned as he peered over your shoulder, hot breath fanning your cheek as his dick pressed into your back, “S-So wet…Jesus.” 

You whimpered at his words, embarrassment fueling your cheeks as he lazily fingered you, exploring every inch of your insides as he did so. After a few minutes of the lazy, spaced out movements he pulled his fingers out, staring wide-eyed at the slick that stuck to them. You bit your lip as you watched him eye your wetness with fascination before sticking his fingers out to Josh in awe.

“Dude, look at this,” He said, as if he was showing his best friend an amazing piece of art. Josh watched as Tyler separated his two fingers, and a string of your slick connected both for a few moments before breaking, leaking further down his knuckles as he moved them. The low, breathy moan that broke out of Josh was indescribably hot, making your head reel as you smiled at him, your lips quirked and your body heavy as you shut your eyes for a few moments, almost tired as your high ate away at your mind. As you reveled in the attention the two were giving you.

A hand pressed to your leg, making you half open your eyes to find Josh on his knees on the edge of the bed, gripping your leg with a desperate look. Tyler took it upon himself to being lowering your shorts down your legs, and you lifted your hips so Josh could finish the job of throwing them with his own clothes onto the floor. All three of you were naked now, your bodies all showing obvious signs of arousal as Josh peered past you to Tyler, then back at you.

He looked really good on his knees.

Biting your lip, you spread your legs slightly to allow him access to your core. Josh took the opportunity to lean forward, hands dragging your hips for a better angle. The movement made you yelp and lose your balance, practically falling back into Tyler’s lap. He shuffled back awkwardly onto the bed until you were laying horizontal, your head on the singer’s lap while your legs dangled off of the bed. Josh’s breath ghosted over you, making you shiver and whimper. 

Next to you, Tyler’s cock practically rested on your cheek, and you could feel the heat radiating off of it as it throbbed. Precum fell from his tip, coating the top of it. He was long, longer than you had expected, and your eyes widened as he gripped it to stroke it next to you. For a moment he paused, then gently tilted it to the side. It rested on your cheek again pressing into your skin as he practically used it as friction. As some sort of relief. The thought made you moan. 

Braver in the situation then you’d ever be sober, you stuck your tongue out to lick what you could on its side, suckling softly on the flesh. It tasted salty, the velvet texture strange on your tongue. HIs breath hitched, a whimpery moan falling from his mouth as you kissed his shaft with lazy movements. 

“W-wait, wait, wait-” He gasped, “H-Hold on. Hold on a sec.”

He moved himself from under you, and you were laying horizontal. Peering downwards, you saw Josh waiting as he watched Tyler’s movements, spacey, as if he forgot what he had been doing. 

Tyler’s hand reached out then, tilting your head to the side. Your muscles followed dutifully as you came face to face with the head of his cock. Your mouth watered, your mind blank as you took in each detail of it, from the tip to each vein lining its sides. There was a long pause as the three of you spaced out for just a little bit. Eventually, biting his lip, Tyler shifted forward to nudge the head of his cock against your slightly parted lips. You felt your mouth open slowly, allowing him to gently slide in.

He moaned as he did so, the feeling of your hot, wet tongue gently licking what it could within your mouth heaven on his skin. Your jaw, slack and relaxed from the substances inside of you, took a majority of his dick easily before you gagged. Your throat contracted around him as you did so, and he whimpered out a soft, almost reluctant, ‘sorry’ before pulling out slightly. He went into a series of shallow, quick thrusts that put nearly half of his dick into your mouth with an ease you had never expected to actually have.

“Fuck.” You heard between your legs, and suddenly Josh’s breath was warm on your clit. When you felt the first long, broad lick from your taint and through your folds, you moaned. The vibrations went up Tyler’s dick, and he practically cried out as his thrusts grew faster. One hand was on the back of your head, holding you neatly still while he sped up, biting his lip as he did so. Concentration was clear, even in his hazy eyes, as he looked down at you. As he watched you swallow each inch of his dick with teary eyes looking back at him. 

Josh tongued your clit, making you squirm under him. Strong arms soon wrapped around your upper thigh, locking you in place. Preventing you from going anywhere as Josh stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside of you, tasting each gush of your insides as you grew more and more desperate. The feeling felt like heaven. Drool and cum leaked down your ass and onto the floor of the hotel room, but the care of where it went was long forgotten. 

The three of you went on like this for a little while longer, the movements slow and reverential. As if they were savoring every moment of your body that they could. Your eyes felt hazy as you gripped at the sheets beneath you for dear life, curling them hard in your vice-like fingers. Beneath you, you felt Josh moan before dragging one of your legs over his thigh, sinking his tongue deeper into you while his nose bumped your clit. You cried around Tyler’s dick, overstimulated from all of the attention catching up to your as your mind spun. Tears sprung in your eyes, and below you the tell tale sound of Josh jerking his dick off in his free hand echoed above Tyler’s messy moans.

You didn’t last long before you came around Josh’s tongue, your insides gushing out as you squirted hard across his face. You moaned and squealed as he worked his tongue deeper in you, lapping up every drop of your mess. Determined to swallow each drop. The vibration of your surprised release soon sent Tyler over the edge. He shoved your head down slightly, holding it in place as his cock throbbed. You felt long, sticky ropes of cum fill your mouth, but your slack jaw had a hard time registering the need to swallow. Instead he filled your mouth until it leaked around his cock, spilling with drool from either side of your lips and sliding up your nose just enough to make you cough and splutter. 

Soon Josh followed, pulling up from your core to take a deep breath, grunting through gritted teeth as he came across his hand and onto the side of the bed with a shaky sigh. 

Tyler slipped his dick from your mouth, and you felt his cum slide out of your throat and onto the bed, soaking the sheets as you gasped and spluttered for air. His eyes widened at the sight of you as his dick softened slowly, his release satisfying it.

“Oh, damn,” He murmured in surprise, “‘M so sorry. Uh. Here.” 

He stood up, almost tumbling down in the process, before making his way naked towards the complimentary beverages near the hotel mini-fridge. Gripping a water bottle, he opened it up with shaky hands and handed it to you before sitting on the edge of the bed and heaving out a long sigh. 

Josh stood up and sat on the other side of you, both men shakily moving you up as your head spun. You could barely bring the water to your mouth to take a sip, swishing it a couple of times before swallowing it down. You coughed again, wiping your nose as some cum fell from it, making you make a face of confusion. As if you forgot your throat and nose were connected (you had forgotten). 

“Sorry,” Tyler apologized again, his voice heavier with exhaustion now, “I thought you’d swallow.”

“Well, I’ve never had a guy come in my mouth before,” You managed with a laugh, as hoarse as it sounded. You took another sip of water as Tyler laughed, unable to make any other sound as he fell backwards onto the bed. The mattress shook as he grunted. Josh heaved himself on the other side, sandwiching you between them both as you put the water bottle down between your messy thighs, enjoying the coolness the liquid brought to your burning skin. 

“That was,” Josh thought for a moment as he tried to find a word to describe it, “Great.”

“Great?” Tyler repeated, his voice amused. 

“Great!” Josh repeated, more enthusiastic. You laughed at him then, covering your mouth as you coughed through your now sore throat. The other two laughed with you, bubbly and bemused as they relaxed. Tyler was back to staring at the ceiling now, his eyes spacy with the afterglow of sex. Without thinking, you leaned over to rest your head on Josh’s broad shoulder, to which he let you with no complaints. 

“Man,” Tyler exhaled, facing you with awe in his eyes, “Can we get high with you again sometime?”

You smiled at him from Josh’s shoulder, doing your best to shrug without moving.

“I’m here all week.”

“Well,” Josh laughed as he rested his head on top of yours sleepily, “I guess we can stay a little bit longer…Right?”

“Yeah,” Tyler exhaled, “I’m down for that.”

You grinned, “Want another pipe?”

“Yes.” They answered in unison, and you laughed despite yourself. 

Yeah, a week off was a good idea. 

[fairlylocalkatiee]

Smut request lol Tyler and reader who is trying a blow job for the first time and she has a massive oral fixation but she’s scared to have his dick in her mouth so he just helps her through it. Makes dumb jokes that aren’t funny to her, communicates the whole time, starts to get rougher as it goes on. He also shoves his fingers down her throat as preparation 😭

Luv you bestie

Hi bestie!! Sorry it took me so long to finally post it but I hope it is everything you dreamed of 😮‍💨

Tyler Joseph x Virgin!Reader

Testing the limits (of what a mouth can do)

Word count: 2700+

Warnings: Smuttttttt obviously lol.

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Tyler’s hand circled patterns over the exposed skin on your thigh, your cotton shorts riding up as you sat cuddling on the couch as you watched a movie in your apartment. You tried to focus on the movie, you really did, but it was next to impossible when he had his hands on you. You were tucked into his side with his arms wrapped around you. You shivered when his calloused fingers slid over your inner thigh now, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you. You looked up and met his warm brown eyes, a small smile on his lips as he looked down at you wrapped up in his arms.

Leaning down slightly he captured your lips in his, delicately tracing his tongue over your bottom lip so you'd open up to him and deepen the kiss. His hands felt hot on your skin now as you kissed, the day old stubble on his chin scratching against you in a pleasant way. Eventually he shifted so your back was against the cushions and he was hovering over you.

“Ty…” You said breathlessly, your heart beating faster in your chest as his lips brushed over your neck. “Don’t worry baby, I won't push you any farther then you’re comfortable… You can tell me to stop whenever.” His eyes met yours with a sweet sincerity that made you blush.

You and Tyler had started dating about a month ago and when you told him you were a virgin, he was very understanding that you didn’t want to go fast. However, this is Tyler Joseph. You couldn’t resist letting him explore, feeling the pleasant tingle between your legs grow as he pressed sweet kisses to your neck.

His hands found the hem of your shirt and you felt him slip it underneath, trailing his fingers up to the edge of your exposed breast. “No bra today, (Y/N)? Naughty.” His fingers brushed your sensitive nipple as he spoke, feeling them peak almost instantly as he gently pinched one, testing the waters. When you didn’t stop him, he palmed your breast with his hand as he pressed another kiss to your lips, “Your skin is so soft, so perfect…” He said in between kisses, his other hand slipping under your shirt before you helped him by just taking it off all together, so you sat underneath him completely topless.

His lips attached to one of your nipples and you struggled to hold back a gasp at the sensation, his other hand gently working your other breast as he began to swirl his tongue, teasing you. “No need to be quiet baby, I like knowing when I’m making you feel good.” One hand traced down your stomach and stopped as he reached the hem of your shorts, his eyes locking onto yours as he asked for silent permission to go farther. You found yourself nodding quickly, wanting his hands back on you.

His fingers then hooked the edge of your shorts as he tugged, pulling them off leaving you completely naked underneath him. “No panties either, (Y/N), you are driving me wild.” He said as he captured your lips again in a kiss, as his hand started to make its way to your warm center.

One finger traced over your slick folds and pressed lightly on that bundle of nerves that made you squirm in his arms, arching your pelvis up to meet his hand, begging for more pressure. He happily obliged, his thumb pressing on your clit as he used your own growing wetness to make small circles on it. “Tyler, that feels so… good.” You could barely get the words out of your mouth as he applied more pressure, switching hands before you felt a finger teasing your tight entrance.

“Can you handle a finger, baby?” His eyes met yours with question and you nodded, feeling him press one finger slowly inside of you to start off. Continuing to press kisses to your lips and neck as he worked one finger inside of you, making you clench around him as he added another finger, stretching you out more than he ever had before. “Fu-” You moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you as his other hand worked on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

His fingers worked, curling as he picked up the pace, feeling you flex around them as the coil inside of you tightened with each practiced movement of his fingers before you finally felt it snap, Crying out his name as you came around his fingers. In a moment of boldness, your hand grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand that was just inside you up to your lips before you took his fingers in your mouth, licking your own slickness off his fingers, before taking them in your mouth fully and sucking them clean.

“Oh shit, (Y/N)...” He said, pressing his fingers just a little deeper in your throat, testing the waters as he wanted to see what your intentions were.

“You like sucking on my fingers, baby?” His eyes locked onto yours as sucked, you nodded in response realizing you were loving the sensation on your tongue and the tangy saltiness.

“Did you want to try?” He asked as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You knew what he was asking, his hand found yours as he pressed it to his rock hard bulge in his jeans. You felt your face grow hot and nerves get caught in your throat. You weren’t one hundred percent sure why, but the thought of giving a blowjob has always freaked you out. Tyler knew this and accepted it, letting you go with what you were comfortable doing. Feeling his warm hardness through his jeans, feeling how much he wanted you, made you want to at least try.

“I-I think so…” You said in a small voice, rubbing his bulge over his jeans as you spoke, earning a pleasant moan from Tyler.

“We don’t have to if you don't want to,” He offered again, “But you really seemed to enjoy my fingers in your mouth.” You nodded in agreement as you looked up at him for direction on what to do next as your heart beat wildly in your chest. Tyler sat back on the couch and slipped off his shirt so you wouldn’t be the only naked one in the room, his hands reaching for his belt.

“Can you take this off me?” He asked, reaching for your hand and placing it on the cool metal of the belt.

You felt your throat go dry as you kneel between his legs on the couch. You shook slightly as you tugged on the belt, pulling the buckle and sliding it open, before pulling it off of him. His bulge was straining against his jeans now, so close to where your hands rested.

You felt Ty’s hand rest on the top of your head, gently petting your hair. “You’re doing good, baby. I’ll keep telling you what to do. If you want to stop just tell me, and well stop,” His eyes met yours with a serious expression. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, biting your bottom lip as you eyed the button of his jeans.

“Now help me take these off.” He directed your hands to the button again and you took a deep breath as you popped it open and slid the zipper down. Tyler lifted his hips so he could slide his jeans down his thighs, leaving him in just a tight pair of dark blue briefs.

Your mouth actually watered at the imprint of his generously sized cock as you stared at it. Tyler smirked at you from above. “This is not funny Tyler.” You glared at him with seriousness, “Oh come on, (Y/N)... it’s not going to bite you.” You swatted his thigh in response and he couldn’t help but laugh.

You were clearly stalling.

“Just dont bite me. That’s my only request.” He said, and you huffed, feeling your nerves get to you. What if he didn’t enjoy it? He’d probably gotten plenty of blowjobs from other girls before, girls with a lot more experience than you, ones who would definitely not accidentally use too much teeth.

He could tell you where starting to get anxious. Taking your chin in his hands he held your face still so you were forced to make eye contact. “It's okay (Y/N) I was just joking…” he said as he started to run his fingers through your hair again comfortingly. “Just follow my instructions. Now help me get these off.” Slipping his thumbs into the elastic band of his briefs and you helped as he pulled them off, his cock springing free and standing at attention in front of your face as you knelt in front of him, precum leaking from the tip as he anticipated your mouth on him for the first time.

“Holy crap.” You said at his size, not realizing until now how big he actually was. “You flatter me.” Tyler said, “Want to try just your hand first?”

You nodded, flexing your hands in your lap before reaching up and wrapping one hand around his cock for the first time. Feeling its warm hardess unlike anything you’ve felt before, you gave it a small squeeze making a groan escape from Tyler’s lips.

“That’s it, his hand covered yours as he showed you how to stroke him. Squeezing but not with too much pressure as you worked your hand up and down on his shaft.

You licked your lips unconsciously as you imagined what was going to happen next.

“Take that lovely tongue of yours and lick the tip baby, just the head…” He directed you. You swallowed thickly as you locked eyes with him boldly before bringing your lips down to just barely brush the tip with your tongue. He tasted salty and strange on your tongue, the precum leaking out as you pressed a kiss to the tip.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job. Just keep one hand on me while you do that…” His head fell back with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of your mouth on him for the first time.

You followed his orders and continued to stroke him, feeling more and more comfortable by the second. “Now take it in your mouth…”

Before you could psych yourself out you followed his order, wrapping your lips completely around his cock as you took him in your mouth.

You instinctively started swirling your tongue around the head, remembering reading online somewhere that the underside of the tip was the most sensitive part. Tyler jerked his hips in surprise making you pull away, “Did I do something?” You said in alarm, Ty’s eyes shot open before he quickly shook his head, “No, it felt amazing, I just wasn’t expecting you to do that right away, You’re already so good at this, (Y/N).”

You found yourself smiling at his compliment as you took him inside your mouth again, working your tongue around him as you remembered to stoke your hand at the same time.

Slowly you started to take more of him in your mouth, testing your limits to see exactly how much you could comfortably fit before you gagged.

“Fuck your mouth feels like heaven, baby. You’re so good at this… Like your lips were made to be wrapped around my cock.” His hands tangled themselves in your hair and gripped, tugging as you continued.

Feeling urged on by his compliments you kept going, falling into a rhythm as you sucked and swirled your tongue on him. Tyler moaned from above you, his fingers tightening in your hair as he unconsciously began to press deeper into your throat. His hips flexing as he took some control, making you gag on him as you pulled away from him in surprise.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to push your head like that, it’s okay baby.” He apologized as you tried to calm your nerves. “I wasn’t expecting it…” You said softly, taking his cock into your hand again and squeezing it. “But I think I kind of enjoyed it.” He raised one eyebrow in question as you spoke, before his lips broke out in a mischievous smile.

“Of course you did, baby…” His hand on your head guided your lips back onto his cock, allowing you to take him back in your mouth. This time you were prepared when he pressed your head down and thrust his hips into your mouth, with each passing second working himself closer and closer to his orgasm as he fucked your mouth.

“Do you want to taste it baby? Swallow my cum for me?” Tyler asked as he felt close to finishing. You nodded around him and that was all the confirmation he needed before he steadied your head and his cock pulsed in your mouth, hot spurts of his cum hitting the back of your throat as he emptied himself on your tongue. You swallowed like he told you to, a slightly bitter saltiness coating your tongue but it wasn’t super unpleasant tasting.

With a final suck you pulled your mouth off of him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as Tyler laid limp on the couch in front of you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his orgasm.

“I can’t believe you were so scared of that,(Y/N). You are so perfect at it.”

“I never would’ve considered trying it for anyone else…” You said with a smile of satisfaction.

Tyler stood and tucked his softening cock back in his briefs as he buttoned his jeans back up, pulling you up from your position on the floor. “Now sit back and let me reward you for doing such a good job baby.”

You already came once around his fingers but that wasn’t going to stop him.

You followed his order and sat back on the couch in the same spot where he had been sitting, before he knelt between your legs and pulled them up so they rested on his shoulders, giving him easy access to your soaked core.

He smiled up at you from between your legs before latching his mouth directly onto your sensitive clit, making you arch into his mouth with an audible gasp. His hands steading your legs on him as he worked your clit with his tongue, swirling around the bundle of nerves before tracing his tongue up the entire length, capturing your wetness on his tongue as he ate you out.

“You taste so good, (Y/N).” He sucked on your clit again making you grip his hair, before you felt one of his fingers press inside of you again. “Fuu…” You couldn’t hold back your curses as he began finger fucking you at the same time. You could feel your thighs shaking with the overwhelming sensation of his mouth and hands on you at the same time.

“Just let yourself go baby.”

You gripped his hair tighter and pulled as he worked you closer to another orgasm, feeling the coil inside of you tighten again impossibly tight before you finally found your release on his tongue, spasming as you came and he eagerly lapped up your juices, continuing to lick as you rode out your orgasm. The scruff on his face scratched your thighs just adding to the sensations that pushed you over the edge.

When he finally pulled away, he looked back up at you with his head still between your legs and his eyes locked onto yours as he licked his own lips and smirked at you.

“I think I’m going to have a lot of fun teaching you all the ways we can please each other, (Y/N).”

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Hope you enjoyed this ! Requests open still! 🤪

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hello,

I was wondering if maybe you could write some sort of fluffy story with torchbearer Josh. Maybe something angsty/fluffy, like reader being worried about him before the Banditos go to do the big fight at Dema in Paladin Strait? If not, that’s okay too. No pressure. I’m just happy I found someone writing TØP on this site.

We're Going Back - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x GN!Reader

Pairing: TorchbearerJosh x Gender Neutral Bandito Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, fight between Josh and Reader (reader actually is mean guys) There's fluff at the end tho!!

Word Count: 1523 (a nice long one for you anon)

Summary: When Reader finds out that Clancy and Torchbearer are going back into Dema she does everything she can to prevent it.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it anon. Please feel free to request more because I honestly love writing for twenty one pilots. And requests are what help keep me writing I-/

Note - some of this is headcannon for the purposes of making the story work

The day Clancy and I left Dema, I knew there was no going back. It just wasn’t happening. We’d managed to escape together. He’d been outside the walls alone before but during the annual assemblage he’d convinced me to ‘tag along’ as he’d put it. We’d been close friends growing up in Dema, that was just the way it was. Things changed once we left. I remember the day I met the Torchbearer, Josh. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to learn his name. For reasons unknown; he'd kept it a secret known only by his closest friends (or in my case, girlfriend). Clancy and I had only spent a few weeks at the Bandito camp before he was recaptured. He was gone for years. While I knew Josh was looking out for him, I knew exactly what kind of pain Clancy was going through. It was Dema. Josh hadn’t grown up within the walls like Clancy and I, things were different for him, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Which was why when he reunited with Clancy and brought him back to the camp, my panic attacks started.

“Oh god you look so different,” I cried into Clancy’s shoulder, “are you okay? I mean, of course you’re not. You’re back.” He nodded quietly, I could feel the tightness of his body in my arms. “What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“We’re going back in,” he voiced bluntly, looking at Josh who nodded knowingly. This wasn’t happening. Clancy wasn’t going back, he’d just gotten out. He’d just been forced against his own will to create propaganda for the very institution that nearly killed us. Not to mention Josh hadn’t been physically in the city for longer than a few hours before. Of course they weren't going in there. Right? 

“You should go get some rest before we start preparations,” Josh said, clearly noticing the shocked look on my face. “It’s good to have you back, Clancy.” Clancy’s eyes darted to mine before he walked toward the tent that had been empty for years. Josh and I were left alone, standing in the middle of the camp. 

“You said we,” I muttered. 

“I did,” he replied, looking at me carefully. He’d grown used to the constant nightmares I’d had about my time in Dema and worries about Clancy. “You know why we're doing this,” He said. His tone made it clear he was  stating the obvious.

“You’re going with him,” I could feel my head throbbing as I grabbed his hand tightly. Josh looked at me, a quiet sigh escaping him while he led me to our private tent. 

“Of course I am.” He said matter of factly; like he never would have even considered another option. We sat down, his arms wrapping around my torso, the brightly coloured tattoo sleeve peeking out under his shirt. 

“It’s not safe and you goddamn know it Josh,” my voice trembled as I remembered my time in the city. All I could think about was how isolating and cold it was. Josh almost chuckled, despite the fact that the situation really wasn’t funny.

“I’m aware it’s dangerous,” He retorted, his hand resting on his forehead before he looked at me again,“I’m not gonna let him go in there alone.” 

“The bishops will kill you the second they see you, and then what? The rebellion is over. Both of our leaders will be dead, the banditos will be killed and everyone will have lost.” Josh was getting frustrated now, his grip on me loosening with every exchange. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, I could tell, but he knew if he tried to walk away I’d just follow him.

“That’s not going to happen. We have a plan, we’ll be fine,” He said, his voice full of empty hope. I knew what I was about to say when I said it, I knew I was firing a shot. One I’d been keeping in till I needed to use it. 

“Oh and how did your last ‘plan’ turn out Josh? What with Clancy being recaptured and forced to write SAI?” He dropped his arms from me and moved away so he was sitting directly in front of me. 

“Don’t.” He snapped, a hand raising and pointing at me. “Don’t bring that up.” He clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as anger and frustration was starting to overtake his mind. I had to fight the urge to continue throwing emotional bullets his way. I was going to make it clear to him that it was dangerous in Dema, that he couldn’t go, regardless of whether or not it hurt our relationship. Because I loved him and I couldn’t lose any more than I already had. 

“Why not?” I challenged him, “It was your plan.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” he exhaled, his whole body tense now as he yelled. “You don’t think I lay awake at night thinking it’s all my fault Clancy was captured?” His fists were clenched, he was fighting the urge to punch something. Maybe himself, maybe a wall. He closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm himself like he’d taught me when I’d had nightmares. He looked like he was about to check out for the rest of the day, what I’d said really had an impact on him. “Stop,” He managed to mutter, still fighting to stay in control of his emotions.

“Okay,” I nodded. I knew exactly how he’d felt about Clancy and SAI. I knew he thought it was his fault so he spent every waking hour with Clancy, making sure he could get back safely. I knew he blamed himself, not only for Clancy’s time back in Dema but also for hurting me. He hated himself so much already and hearing me remind him of what he thought about himself all the time was making him feel terrible. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting for a moment before he finally spoke again, his voice shaky. “Just stop… please..”

I reached out to hold him, “I’m sorry, I went too far Josh.” He rested his head into the crook of my neck, quiet sobs filling the air. He melted at my touch, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer as he held back sobs.

“Please,” He eventually muttered, “Please don’t hate me.”

“I could never hate you, I’m just scared. I don’t want you or Clancy leaving me again, I can't take any more losses,” I pressed my lips to his temple. 

“I know, I know,” He mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut as he was trying to compose himself. I continued to hold him tightly, not wanting to ever let go. “I’m scared too,” he added, his voice quiet. Eventually he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes slightly bloodshot from crying. He took a deep breath, still trying to keep hold of whatever composure he could. “We’ll be fine, I promise,” he mumbled, but even I could tell he had doubts. 

“You can’t promise that,” I sighed. 

“Watch me,” he replied sternly, though the shakiness in his voice didn’t help. He reached a hand out now, a cold palm cupping my chin as his eyes met mine. “I promise, we’ll come back. You have my word.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine for a few moments. 

“If I lose you, I need you to know that you're the best thing to ever happen to me, Torchbearer.” I tried desperately to come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to let him go.

“Don’t talk like that,” He whispered, “Not like you’re already saying good-bye to me.” I cupped his face gently, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to wade off tears. He melted into the kiss, gripping his hands at my sides as he held onto me. He deepened the kiss, his head tilting so the angle was better as he pulled me closer. I would’ve been happy to stay here if it meant him not having to leave. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. We pulled back as the fabric of the tent rustled, Clancy entering. 

“It's time to start packing supplies and getting the others ready if we want to make it on time.” With a slight exhale Josh pulled away, turning to look at Clancy and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah we need to get moving,” he mumbled, his hands letting me go.

“Josh?” I called, catching him just before he followed Clancy outside.

He turned to look at me again, a hint of concerned look plastered onto his face. 

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice quiet.

“You better keep that promise.” I desperately attempted to hold back my sobs, knowing full well that as soon as one slipped I was a goner. 

“I will,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me again. “I’ll come back.” With careful hands he reached out and wiped away a stray tear that was rolling down my cheek. “I’ll always come back to you.”

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