Tbh I haven’t seen anyone do like a baby fever nsfw for Tyler or Josh yet, think that would be a good fic?
Ask and shall receive! This is lowk incredibly filthy and I apologize in advance. I went with Tyler for this route but I may write one for Josh eventually. I hope you enjoy!!
There’s nothing more attractive than seeing a man good with kids, just sayin’.
(GIF unrelated, I just think it looks scrumptious ✨)
Disclaimer: this is an entirely work of fiction. Real-life people in this fic are not supposed to be realistic portrayals of who they are IRL.
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x female! Reader (I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, but reader is referred to as his “wife”)
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You sat on the edge of the large “L”-shaped couch that wrapped around half of the living room. Your foot tapped absentmindedly as you watched your husband, Tyler, hold the tiny bundle of blankets that contained the newest member of the family. He cooed softly at the sleeping baby, and gently rocked his arms like a cradle. You caught your lower lip between your teeth, as he continued to sweetly talk to his newborn nephew. You mentally cursed your own ovaries, as your mind whispered imaginary thoughts. Would be delicate and tender with his own child?
He glanced over at you, and smiled. “Isn’t he cute?” Tyler asked, and cautiously dipped his arms lower so you could see the baby's face. He was asleep, his eyes scrunched together, he had perfectly rosy, chubby cheeks. Your heart melted at the sight, and you lightly brushed your index finger over his soft skin. He giggled, still asleep, and wiggled slightly in your husband’s arms.
“Very cute,” you replied. You looked up from your nephew and unexpectedly met Tyler’s dark, coffee brown gaze. You swallowed deeply, and ignored the blush that burned in your ears. “What?” You chuckled nervously, and averted his intense eyes.
“Oh, nothing.” Tyler shrugged, but something teased in his tone. He handed the baby back to his mother, who kissed her son’s forehead affectionately. “He’s beautiful.” He complemented genuinely, with his signature smile. You leaned against him, and rested your cheek on his shoulder casually.
“Thank you,” the blonde woman returned his smile. Then, her grateful grin shifted to a subtle, mischievous grin. “Are you going to try yet?”
You choked on your salvia, and immediately straightened your spine. You coughed a few times, and shook your head wildly. “W-What do you mean?” You laughed uncomfortably loud, as more heat flooded your head. You obviously knew what she meant, but you decided to play dumb. Your nervous laughter caught the attention of the other members of the Joseph family, as their eyes turned to face you. You snapped your jaw shut, and opted to look at your feet instead. You had only been married to Tyler for two years, after being engaged for a year, which was piled on top of one year of dating. It all felt too soon to you, you hardly discussed the concept of starting a family with him.
An awkward pause echoed throughout the large house, you allowed yourself to tear your eyes from your shoes, and to look at your husband instead. He seemed slightly flustered, as he caught your stare. You hated to admit it to yourself, but the way Tyler interacted with children made your chest burn, and your ovaries sting. What started off as a casual, fleeting thought had morphed into a desire you couldn’t fully explain. He was always so sweet, with the children in his family, your family, and the kids who attended his concerts. You just never had the chance to bring it up with him, especially with his busy tour schedule.
Before you could come up with a response to break the silence, Tyler spoke up for you. “We haven’t got around to it.” He explained honestly, and reached a comforting arm around your shoulders. “But soon, hopefully?” His pitch lifted like it was a question for you. You swallowed the tight knot in your throat, and nodded along with his words.
His sister seemed satisfied with his answer, despite the quiet exhale of laughter that left her nose. “Well, I believe you two would make some cute babies.” She teased, before she walked off. Likely to put her child down for a nap. You groaned as soon as she was out of an earshot, and buried your face in your palms.
“How embarrassing…” You mumbled into your hands. Tyler continued to rub comforting circles into your shoulder. You had gotten odd questions about your intimate life with him, mostly by strange fans who felt the need to overstep. It was a different type of awkward when your sister-in-law asked about it. You found it a bit shocking how comfortable people were with asking married couples if they were having raw, unprotected sex. You squeaked at the thought, but promptly chased it away with anything else you could think of.
The rest of the dinner party went without much of a hitch. You laughed as Tyler was chased around the living room by a flock of toddlers. Joy warmed your heart like a hearth, as you watched him play with the kids. Deep in his eyes, he was happy. You could see it, easily. The time had passed quickly, as you bid your farewells to the rest of the family, and close family-friends. You shut the door as soon as the last patron left your home, and you sighed a drawn-out breath of relief. You did love your family, despite the mental strain of hosting for an entire evening.
Tyler had resorted to the kitchen, where he put away the last of the cleaned dishes. You walked over to him, and he engulfed you into a hug before you needed to ask. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck, and inhaled his scent deeply. He always smelt like his expensive cologne, with a subtle linger of the paint he used for his performances. It was like the smell had soaked into his skin. “Tired?” He teased, lightly. You groaned.
“Just a bit.” You responded, with a short giggle. “I’m just ready to spend the rest of my night with my lovely husband.”
He smiled affectionately at you, and captured your lips with his. “I’m ready to spend the rest of my night with my beautiful wife.” His voice rumbled compassionately.
You blushed as he peppered more kisses across your face, neck and temples. “Hey! Easy, we have to clean up a bit more before we can go to bed.”
Tyler cleared his throat, before he captured your hands with his. His hands were always cold, with long, nimble fingers. “Before we do that, there is something I want to talk to you about, first.” He confessed with a whisper.
You blinked, surprised. Anxiety began to blend with your own curiosity. You doubted he meant anything serious, or to discuss something that would hurt you. You’d been with him long enough to catch the small quirks of his body language whenever he wanted to talk about a topic that would upset you. This time, he was definitely nervous, but not disastrously so. He absentmindedly squeezed your hands, in a quiet, reassuring gesture. Your anxious thoughts quelled, and you nodded your head. “Go on,” you encouraged.
“I-,” Tyler licked his chapped lips. Your name left his mouth like a melodic sigh, as he stared down at you with a gaze that seemed almost desperate. You searched his expression, as he struggled to formulate the words. The temptation to laugh bubbled deep in your lungs, he was a songwriter. A lyrical genius, at times. Yet, he couldn’t think of how to express his thoughts to his wife.
Without thinking, you blurted out something instead. “I want a baby.” Your eyes widened at your own confession, and you froze. Tyler’s expression mirrored your own, as he also went rigid. He watched you in silence as your own thoughts spilled out like an uncontrollable faucet. “I-I know it’s probably too soon, and I don’t want to pressure you.” You rambled. “It’s just you look like you’d be a perfect father and I-I think it would be nice to have someone else around while you’re gone.” You wished you could choke yourself as you realized what you’d just said. Hot shame burned deep in your ears and you looked away.
Tyler didn’t let go of your hands, or reject your wishes like you’d expected. Instead, he freed one of his hands to tilt your head back to face him, again. He said your name again, like a warm prayer. “I think you’d be a great parent.” He mumbled softly.
“A-Are you sure?” You gasped, after you met his eyes again. They were black as coals, with a subtle glow of an ember that burned inside them. Tyler nodded with a smile.
“I’m certain.” He planted a delicate kiss on your temple. “You said what I wanted to talk to you about anyway.” His lips trailed down to a sensitive spot just below your earlobe. Tyler’s hot, cinnamon-scented breath tickled your skin. You shivered, a tingle of arousal sparked somewhere between your legs. “Let’s start trying for a baby.” His voice rumbled against your ear. You almost whimpered at his words, at the implication.
Before you could react, he had already started to back you into a corner. His lips crashed into yours with a searing passion, you exhaled sharply, once your back hit the cool surface of the tiled walls of your kitchen. Tyler’s thin, long fingers laced through your hair, and playfully tugged it to force your lips to part slightly. You couldn’t hold back your tiny groan as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. His other hand gracefully skimmed over your body, it mapped out every subtle curve of your silhouette with memoried precision.
You felt your lungs burn desperately for oxygen as Tyler deepened the kiss. Despite being together for years, you always found yourself overwhelmed by him. His touch, his voice, his scent, and his presence. Your husband took control over each nerve of your body, with a type of possessive, romantic ownership. You owned him, as well, as he whispered your name over your kiss-swollen lips before he dove in for more. His teeth caught your bottom lip, before he tugged at the plump flesh tenderly. You caught his biceps, and regrettably pushed him away gently. “We shouldn’t do this in the kitchen.” You whispered, despite not needing to.
Tyler’s crooked grin widened, as he held onto your wrist. Without another word, he guided you back toward your shared bedroom, with stolen kisses along the way. Somewhere along the hallway, you had shed your shirt, and pants. You were left in your underwear, a simple pair that you found incredibly comfortable. You smiled against your husband’s soft lips as you were backed into the dark room. He watched you with lust-dilated eyes as you fell backwards onto the massive, king-sized bed.
The room was illuminated by silvery moonlight that highlighted your skin in all the right places. Your face has a subtle golden glow, from the yellow lighting from the hallway. Tyler shut the door behind him, and slowly approached you. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, between your legs, and trailed kisses from your ankle, to your knee, before he dragged his teeth up the supple flesh of your thighs. Goosebumps puckered across your skin, as his sharp canines scraped across delicate skin. You threaded your fingers through his dark-colored hair, lightly scratching your nails across his scalp. He groaned with delight, and nipped your leg playfully.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between your thighs. You almost clenched them around his skull, the heat of his mouth dangerously close to your core.
“So are you.” You replied with equal gentleness. Tyler grinned, before he traced your damp underwear with his finger. You quivered at the sensation, as he circled your clit through the thin fabric.
With a teasing tenor, Tyler asked you, “-what do you want me to do?” He looked up at you with such intensity you almost moaned. “What does my lovely wife want?”
“I-I,” you bit the inside of your lip. The words felt sinful, and heavy against your tongue as you spoke. “I want you to put a baby in me.”
Tyler whimpered in response, you were certain that he was impossibly hard at this point. Without another word, he pulled your panties aside, and revealed your soaked labia. The instinct to clamp your thighs shut made them twitch slightly, as your husband continued to trace careful patterns across your slit. He had memorized everything about you, at this point. Your favorite color, food, music and what made you cum. “Already so wet for me, doll.” He carefully sunk his index finger deep into your waiting hole, and felt the spongy flesh with a teasing wiggle. You whined, as he prodded at the bundle of nerves as he curled his finger against your g-spot.
“You’re gonna be so beautiful when I get you pregnant. Everyone will know that you’re mine.” He let out a guttural moan. “Christ.”
The thought itself was enough to moan as well, while Tyler added a second finger inside you. He stretched you open as he parted his fingers in a scissoring motion. “You like that, huh?” He picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers inside you as he used his other thumb to dig twisted circles around your clit. “To let the world know that you’re mine, pregnant and swollen with my child.” His smile darkened with arousal.
“T-Ty, Ty-, Tyler!” You squealed, as his vigorous pace sent colorful, shooting stars in your vision. You clenched around his fingers, you rode out your orgasm. You threw your head back with a cry. “Fuck, I’m-! I’m cumming!” Against your will, you snapped your legs closed as the stimulation began to overwhelm you.
Hot sweat beaded at your forehead as your legs twitched. Tyler had shedded off his shirt, and worked on undoing his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle sent waves of impatient arousal down to your stomach. Before you could say or do anything, he shed off his dress pants and boxers. His hardened erection bounced off his stomach, as he crawled over you. “You’re so perfect.” He mumbled, as he peeled your panties off of your body entirely. You leaned upwards as he worked to unclasp your bra, until he succeeded in releasing your breasts from their fabric confines. “You’re going to be the sexiest mom to ever exist.”
You almost laughed at his excessively corny comment, before the wind was punctured out of your lungs as he lowered his cock into you. You gasped, partially from surprise and from him filling you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as he left biting kisses across your collarbone. “You feel amazing,” he pressed his forehead against yours. “Fuck.”
He started with a slow, tedious pace, as he impaled himself inside you. Each thrust was perfectly in time with the rhythm of your heartbeat, which you weren’t sure how he pulled it off. Tyler kept his face buried into the crook of your neck, as he continued to fuck you with deliberate rolls of his hips. You whined pathetically, your kind dizzy with desperation. “Puh-Pl-Please, faster.” You begged, as you dragged your nails across his back. He hissed into your ear.
Without hesitation, he pulled out of you, just for a moment and flipped you onto your stomach. You yelped as he molded you into the position he wanted. Your ass high into the cool bedroom air, and your chest flat against the mattress. He let out an uncharacteristic growl, as he buried himself into you again. The angle was different, his grip tightened on your waist as he picked up his rigor. Tyler’s head rolled back with pleasure as he thrust into you again.
“I can’t wait to cum inside you,” he said with a subtle moan. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first fucked you.” His language was vulgar, foul, and uncharacteristic. Your sobs were muffled by the mattress. “Huh? I can’t hear you.”
You bubbered nonsense as he wrapped a strong bicep around your chest, and hoisted you upwards. Your back pressed against his chest as he feels you upright. Your knees sank into the bed as he used his other hand to rub your clit again. You gasped, and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Does that feel good, baby?” Tyler grunted. “Ah, fuck. How badly do you want me to cum inside you?”
You felt hot tears of ecstasy roll down your cheeks as his dick speared through your guts. You felt as he brushed against your cervix, he had stuffed you completely. “I-ah, I need it.” You could hardly understand yourself between your own moans.
Tyler’s muscles tightened around your neck slightly. “What was that?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “What do you need?”
“I-I, need-ah-ah! I need you to cum inside me!” You explained with a keening cry as you felt the familiar coil of another orgasm tighten around your pelvis. “Please, I-I need,” you moaned again.
With one final thrust, Tyler dropped your torso, and pinned your body back onto the bed. The springs squeaked in protest as he came inside you with a guttural moan. Warm semen painted the gummy flesh of your innards, and slowly filled you up. You came shortly after, your legs clenched and unclenched as your muscles contracted. You both remained still, for a moment, before Tyler gently pulled out-careful not to spill.
He groaned, exhausted, and spilled himself beside you. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for cuddles. Tyler planted affectionate kisses across your forehead. “I love you.” He declared, directly into your hair. “I love you so much.”
You buried your face deep into his bare chest, and kissed his collarbone delicately. “I love you, too.” You fluttered your eyes closed. You’d worry about the unfinished dishes in the morning.
I want to write a slow burn series for Clancy/Torchbearer x reader but literally I’m so bad at writing multi chapter fics AND only like 5 ppl would read it 😭
Tbh I haven’t seen anyone do like a baby fever nsfw for Tyler or Josh yet, think that would be a good fic?
Ask and shall receive! This is lowk incredibly filthy and I apologize in advance. I went with Tyler for this route but I may write one for Josh eventually. I hope you enjoy!!
There’s nothing more attractive than seeing a man good with kids, just sayin’.
(GIF unrelated, I just think it looks scrumptious ✨)
Disclaimer: this is an entirely work of fiction. Real-life people in this fic are not supposed to be realistic portrayals of who they are IRL.
Pairing: Tyler Joseph x female! Reader (I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, but reader is referred to as his “wife”)
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You sat on the edge of the large “L”-shaped couch that wrapped around half of the living room. Your foot tapped absentmindedly as you watched your husband, Tyler, hold the tiny bundle of blankets that contained the newest member of the family. He cooed softly at the sleeping baby, and gently rocked his arms like a cradle. You caught your lower lip between your teeth, as he continued to sweetly talk to his newborn nephew. You mentally cursed your own ovaries, as your mind whispered imaginary thoughts. Would be delicate and tender with his own child?
He glanced over at you, and smiled. “Isn’t he cute?” Tyler asked, and cautiously dipped his arms lower so you could see the baby's face. He was asleep, his eyes scrunched together, he had perfectly rosy, chubby cheeks. Your heart melted at the sight, and you lightly brushed your index finger over his soft skin. He giggled, still asleep, and wiggled slightly in your husband’s arms.
“Very cute,” you replied. You looked up from your nephew and unexpectedly met Tyler’s dark, coffee brown gaze. You swallowed deeply, and ignored the blush that burned in your ears. “What?” You chuckled nervously, and averted his intense eyes.
“Oh, nothing.” Tyler shrugged, but something teased in his tone. He handed the baby back to his mother, who kissed her son’s forehead affectionately. “He’s beautiful.” He complemented genuinely, with his signature smile. You leaned against him, and rested your cheek on his shoulder casually.
“Thank you,” the blonde woman returned his smile. Then, her grateful grin shifted to a subtle, mischievous grin. “Are you going to try yet?”
You choked on your salvia, and immediately straightened your spine. You coughed a few times, and shook your head wildly. “W-What do you mean?” You laughed uncomfortably loud, as more heat flooded your head. You obviously knew what she meant, but you decided to play dumb. Your nervous laughter caught the attention of the other members of the Joseph family, as their eyes turned to face you. You snapped your jaw shut, and opted to look at your feet instead. You had only been married to Tyler for two years, after being engaged for a year, which was piled on top of one year of dating. It all felt too soon to you, you hardly discussed the concept of starting a family with him.
An awkward pause echoed throughout the large house, you allowed yourself to tear your eyes from your shoes, and to look at your husband instead. He seemed slightly flustered, as he caught your stare. You hated to admit it to yourself, but the way Tyler interacted with children made your chest burn, and your ovaries sting. What started off as a casual, fleeting thought had morphed into a desire you couldn’t fully explain. He was always so sweet, with the children in his family, your family, and the kids who attended his concerts. You just never had the chance to bring it up with him, especially with his busy tour schedule.
Before you could come up with a response to break the silence, Tyler spoke up for you. “We haven’t got around to it.” He explained honestly, and reached a comforting arm around your shoulders. “But soon, hopefully?” His pitch lifted like it was a question for you. You swallowed the tight knot in your throat, and nodded along with his words.
His sister seemed satisfied with his answer, despite the quiet exhale of laughter that left her nose. “Well, I believe you two would make some cute babies.” She teased, before she walked off. Likely to put her child down for a nap. You groaned as soon as she was out of an earshot, and buried your face in your palms.
“How embarrassing…” You mumbled into your hands. Tyler continued to rub comforting circles into your shoulder. You had gotten odd questions about your intimate life with him, mostly by strange fans who felt the need to overstep. It was a different type of awkward when your sister-in-law asked about it. You found it a bit shocking how comfortable people were with asking married couples if they were having raw, unprotected sex. You squeaked at the thought, but promptly chased it away with anything else you could think of.
The rest of the dinner party went without much of a hitch. You laughed as Tyler was chased around the living room by a flock of toddlers. Joy warmed your heart like a hearth, as you watched him play with the kids. Deep in his eyes, he was happy. You could see it, easily. The time had passed quickly, as you bid your farewells to the rest of the family, and close family-friends. You shut the door as soon as the last patron left your home, and you sighed a drawn-out breath of relief. You did love your family, despite the mental strain of hosting for an entire evening.
Tyler had resorted to the kitchen, where he put away the last of the cleaned dishes. You walked over to him, and he engulfed you into a hug before you needed to ask. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck, and inhaled his scent deeply. He always smelt like his expensive cologne, with a subtle linger of the paint he used for his performances. It was like the smell had soaked into his skin. “Tired?” He teased, lightly. You groaned.
“Just a bit.” You responded, with a short giggle. “I’m just ready to spend the rest of my night with my lovely husband.”
He smiled affectionately at you, and captured your lips with his. “I’m ready to spend the rest of my night with my beautiful wife.” His voice rumbled compassionately.
You blushed as he peppered more kisses across your face, neck and temples. “Hey! Easy, we have to clean up a bit more before we can go to bed.”
Tyler cleared his throat, before he captured your hands with his. His hands were always cold, with long, nimble fingers. “Before we do that, there is something I want to talk to you about, first.” He confessed with a whisper.
You blinked, surprised. Anxiety began to blend with your own curiosity. You doubted he meant anything serious, or to discuss something that would hurt you. You’d been with him long enough to catch the small quirks of his body language whenever he wanted to talk about a topic that would upset you. This time, he was definitely nervous, but not disastrously so. He absentmindedly squeezed your hands, in a quiet, reassuring gesture. Your anxious thoughts quelled, and you nodded your head. “Go on,” you encouraged.
“I-,” Tyler licked his chapped lips. Your name left his mouth like a melodic sigh, as he stared down at you with a gaze that seemed almost desperate. You searched his expression, as he struggled to formulate the words. The temptation to laugh bubbled deep in your lungs, he was a songwriter. A lyrical genius, at times. Yet, he couldn’t think of how to express his thoughts to his wife.
Without thinking, you blurted out something instead. “I want a baby.” Your eyes widened at your own confession, and you froze. Tyler’s expression mirrored your own, as he also went rigid. He watched you in silence as your own thoughts spilled out like an uncontrollable faucet. “I-I know it’s probably too soon, and I don’t want to pressure you.” You rambled. “It’s just you look like you’d be a perfect father and I-I think it would be nice to have someone else around while you’re gone.” You wished you could choke yourself as you realized what you’d just said. Hot shame burned deep in your ears and you looked away.
Tyler didn’t let go of your hands, or reject your wishes like you’d expected. Instead, he freed one of his hands to tilt your head back to face him, again. He said your name again, like a warm prayer. “I think you’d be a great parent.” He mumbled softly.
“A-Are you sure?” You gasped, after you met his eyes again. They were black as coals, with a subtle glow of an ember that burned inside them. Tyler nodded with a smile.
“I’m certain.” He planted a delicate kiss on your temple. “You said what I wanted to talk to you about anyway.” His lips trailed down to a sensitive spot just below your earlobe. Tyler’s hot, cinnamon-scented breath tickled your skin. You shivered, a tingle of arousal sparked somewhere between your legs. “Let’s start trying for a baby.” His voice rumbled against your ear. You almost whimpered at his words, at the implication.
Before you could react, he had already started to back you into a corner. His lips crashed into yours with a searing passion, you exhaled sharply, once your back hit the cool surface of the tiled walls of your kitchen. Tyler’s thin, long fingers laced through your hair, and playfully tugged it to force your lips to part slightly. You couldn’t hold back your tiny groan as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. His other hand gracefully skimmed over your body, it mapped out every subtle curve of your silhouette with memoried precision.
You felt your lungs burn desperately for oxygen as Tyler deepened the kiss. Despite being together for years, you always found yourself overwhelmed by him. His touch, his voice, his scent, and his presence. Your husband took control over each nerve of your body, with a type of possessive, romantic ownership. You owned him, as well, as he whispered your name over your kiss-swollen lips before he dove in for more. His teeth caught your bottom lip, before he tugged at the plump flesh tenderly. You caught his biceps, and regrettably pushed him away gently. “We shouldn’t do this in the kitchen.” You whispered, despite not needing to.
Tyler’s crooked grin widened, as he held onto your wrist. Without another word, he guided you back toward your shared bedroom, with stolen kisses along the way. Somewhere along the hallway, you had shed your shirt, and pants. You were left in your underwear, a simple pair that you found incredibly comfortable. You smiled against your husband’s soft lips as you were backed into the dark room. He watched you with lust-dilated eyes as you fell backwards onto the massive, king-sized bed.
The room was illuminated by silvery moonlight that highlighted your skin in all the right places. Your face has a subtle golden glow, from the yellow lighting from the hallway. Tyler shut the door behind him, and slowly approached you. He kneeled at the foot of the bed, between your legs, and trailed kisses from your ankle, to your knee, before he dragged his teeth up the supple flesh of your thighs. Goosebumps puckered across your skin, as his sharp canines scraped across delicate skin. You threaded your fingers through his dark-colored hair, lightly scratching your nails across his scalp. He groaned with delight, and nipped your leg playfully.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered between your thighs. You almost clenched them around his skull, the heat of his mouth dangerously close to your core.
“So are you.” You replied with equal gentleness. Tyler grinned, before he traced your damp underwear with his finger. You quivered at the sensation, as he circled your clit through the thin fabric.
With a teasing tenor, Tyler asked you, “-what do you want me to do?” He looked up at you with such intensity you almost moaned. “What does my lovely wife want?”
“I-I,” you bit the inside of your lip. The words felt sinful, and heavy against your tongue as you spoke. “I want you to put a baby in me.”
Tyler whimpered in response, you were certain that he was impossibly hard at this point. Without another word, he pulled your panties aside, and revealed your soaked labia. The instinct to clamp your thighs shut made them twitch slightly, as your husband continued to trace careful patterns across your slit. He had memorized everything about you, at this point. Your favorite color, food, music and what made you cum. “Already so wet for me, doll.” He carefully sunk his index finger deep into your waiting hole, and felt the spongy flesh with a teasing wiggle. You whined, as he prodded at the bundle of nerves as he curled his finger against your g-spot.
“You’re gonna be so beautiful when I get you pregnant. Everyone will know that you’re mine.” He let out a guttural moan. “Christ.”
The thought itself was enough to moan as well, while Tyler added a second finger inside you. He stretched you open as he parted his fingers in a scissoring motion. “You like that, huh?” He picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers inside you as he used his other thumb to dig twisted circles around your clit. “To let the world know that you’re mine, pregnant and swollen with my child.” His smile darkened with arousal.
“T-Ty, Ty-, Tyler!” You squealed, as his vigorous pace sent colorful, shooting stars in your vision. You clenched around his fingers, you rode out your orgasm. You threw your head back with a cry. “Fuck, I’m-! I’m cumming!” Against your will, you snapped your legs closed as the stimulation began to overwhelm you.
Hot sweat beaded at your forehead as your legs twitched. Tyler had shedded off his shirt, and worked on undoing his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle sent waves of impatient arousal down to your stomach. Before you could say or do anything, he shed off his dress pants and boxers. His hardened erection bounced off his stomach, as he crawled over you. “You’re so perfect.” He mumbled, as he peeled your panties off of your body entirely. You leaned upwards as he worked to unclasp your bra, until he succeeded in releasing your breasts from their fabric confines. “You’re going to be the sexiest mom to ever exist.”
You almost laughed at his excessively corny comment, before the wind was punctured out of your lungs as he lowered his cock into you. You gasped, partially from surprise and from him filling you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as he left biting kisses across your collarbone. “You feel amazing,” he pressed his forehead against yours. “Fuck.”
He started with a slow, tedious pace, as he impaled himself inside you. Each thrust was perfectly in time with the rhythm of your heartbeat, which you weren’t sure how he pulled it off. Tyler kept his face buried into the crook of your neck, as he continued to fuck you with deliberate rolls of his hips. You whined pathetically, your kind dizzy with desperation. “Puh-Pl-Please, faster.” You begged, as you dragged your nails across his back. He hissed into your ear.
Without hesitation, he pulled out of you, just for a moment and flipped you onto your stomach. You yelped as he molded you into the position he wanted. Your ass high into the cool bedroom air, and your chest flat against the mattress. He let out an uncharacteristic growl, as he buried himself into you again. The angle was different, his grip tightened on your waist as he picked up his rigor. Tyler’s head rolled back with pleasure as he thrust into you again.
“I can’t wait to cum inside you,” he said with a subtle moan. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first fucked you.” His language was vulgar, foul, and uncharacteristic. Your sobs were muffled by the mattress. “Huh? I can’t hear you.”
You bubbered nonsense as he wrapped a strong bicep around your chest, and hoisted you upwards. Your back pressed against his chest as he feels you upright. Your knees sank into the bed as he used his other hand to rub your clit again. You gasped, and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Does that feel good, baby?” Tyler grunted. “Ah, fuck. How badly do you want me to cum inside you?”
You felt hot tears of ecstasy roll down your cheeks as his dick speared through your guts. You felt as he brushed against your cervix, he had stuffed you completely. “I-ah, I need it.” You could hardly understand yourself between your own moans.
Tyler’s muscles tightened around your neck slightly. “What was that?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “What do you need?”
“I-I, need-ah-ah! I need you to cum inside me!” You explained with a keening cry as you felt the familiar coil of another orgasm tighten around your pelvis. “Please, I-I need,” you moaned again.
With one final thrust, Tyler dropped your torso, and pinned your body back onto the bed. The springs squeaked in protest as he came inside you with a guttural moan. Warm semen painted the gummy flesh of your innards, and slowly filled you up. You came shortly after, your legs clenched and unclenched as your muscles contracted. You both remained still, for a moment, before Tyler gently pulled out-careful not to spill.
He groaned, exhausted, and spilled himself beside you. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for cuddles. Tyler planted affectionate kisses across your forehead. “I love you.” He declared, directly into your hair. “I love you so much.”
You buried your face deep into his bare chest, and kissed his collarbone delicately. “I love you, too.” You fluttered your eyes closed. You’d worry about the unfinished dishes in the morning.
Hey, so I was wondering if you would be interested in writing something about Tyler/Josh with famous reader. Or as an option I was thinking about third member scenario, doesn’t really matter platonic or romantic.
Of course! I actually really liked this idea so I wrote this (instead of sleeping). I hope it meets your expectations :3
Disclaimer: this is an entirely fictional scenario written for Joshua Dun and Tyler Joseph. This is not an accurate portrayal of either person. This work of fiction is for fun!
Title: The Collaboration
Rating: T (SFW)
Pairing(s): nothing explicitly stated//could be read as platonic
Word Count: 2k
Note: I apologize for any typos or general errors. I wrote this at 3 am with no Beta reader.
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You stretched your arms over your head with a small yawn, you rose from the comforts of the hotel's pillows and blankets. You rubbed your eyes with a sleepy groan before you made a beeline toward the en-suite bathroom. As you sat to use the toilet, you took a lazy glance down at your phone. It was just past five, you had to get ready in less than an hour. Your eyes bugged from your skull, you could already hear your manager’s disappointed lecture from miles away. Tonight was the first of three nights of the summer festival that were a special guest, set to collaborate with one of the headliners. A duo that you were quite familiar with, artistically, Twenty One Pilots.
You groaned, regret gnawed at your stomach as you finished your business and washed your hands. While you patted them dry, your phone jingled with your familiar ringtone. You brought the device to your phone and answered it. It was your manager, her voice just as nasally as always. She swore your name over the speaker, obviously stressed. “Why aren’t you here yet? Dress rehearsal starts in an hour!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I overslept.” You griped back, as you switched to the speaker phone. You carried the device as you started to get ready. “I’ll be there as fast as I can, I promise.” You began to peel off your daytime clothing, to switch to something more comfortable. You’d dress in your concert wardrobe at the venue.
Your manager scoffed over the phone. “Well you better hurry up. Even if you miss rehearsal, I’m not cancelling this. This surprise collaboration is essential for your career. As well as theirs!”
You were fortunate that she had steered to lecture you virtually, so you could roll your eyes in peace. “I understand,” you genuinely did. Your career had suddenly skyrocketed over the past couple months, after one of your songs had exploded on social media. Everyone started to talk about you, your steadily budding career, and the previous concerts you had opened for. The spotlight had shone on you, eyes were now on you. Your collaboration with Twenty One Pilots was essential to keeping the freight train of your success going, as well as uplifting theirs. “Tell them I’ll be there in less than thirty. I can’t finish my full concert routine without the makeup artists, anyway.” You examined your appearance closely in a nearby mirror.
“Right. See you twenty-five.” Your manager hung up without another word. You sighed, and scratched the nape of your neck with mild contempt.
“Bitch,” you seethed under your tongue.
You had arrived at the large venue within twenty-eight minutes, a couple minutes later than your manager expected. Fortunately, she saved the lecture for another time. You were quickly rushed through your dressing room, and green room. It felt like hundreds of hands touched you at once, before you could actually start your sound check and dress rehearsal.
During the commotion of it all, you caught a glimpse of bright red hair. His name left your lips before you even realized it, “Josh?”
The drummer halted, his head tilted back to look at you. His eyes instantly lit up in recognition, which made you blush. You were still relatively new to being casually noticed by people whom you still considered your idols. “Hey, I’m glad you made it!” He walked over to you casually, with his large hands tucked security in the pockets of his gray sweatpants. “Are you ready to sing?” Josh asked with a playful wink.
You giggled, nervously. “I hope so.” Your eyes darted toward another man who had appeared behind him. Dressed in a loose muscle shirt, which revealed the dark ink of the tattoos on his arm, was Tyler. More anxiety seeped into your lungs with an uncomfortable clench. You had spoken with the two men in a virtual Zoom meeting, to discuss ideas and plans for your collaboration.
Seeing them in person was an entirely different experience. You felt every limb in your body stiffen as Josh laughed, and slapped a good natured hand on your shoulder. “It’ll be okay! Don’t be so nervous, you sing well.” He offered you a kind smile.
Tyler’s eyes met yours temporarily, in a fleeting glance that you hardly registered. You swallowed the dry, hard lump in your throat. “Y-Yeah, thanks.” You mumbled dumbly. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach like a swarm of frazzled wasps.
“Alright, it is time for the final dress rehearsal.” Your manager decreed from behind you, which made you jump. She peered at your outfit, it was a simple costume, which consisted of mostly black with colorful accents. Your makeup was rather bland as well, it was just enough to accent your natural facial features and eye color.
Tyler finally spoke up from the corridor that led to the main stage. “We’ll run through our set first,” he nodded to you, “then you’ll join at your cue. Just like before.” He gave you a subtle grin. “You’ll do okay. It’s just a rehearsal, remember that.” You watched as he descended out toward the light at the end of the tunnel. Toward the stage that would soon be faced towards thousands of fans.
Josh patted your shoulder again as he brushed past you, he mumbled his support before following after the vocalist. You inhaled deeply, and secured your mic pack on your waist. Your cue was rather simple, after their fourth song of the set list, the melody would transition to one of your songs of a similar key. You’d step onto the stage with an explosive fire effect, and immediately start your song. You finally exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding.
As you waited, you swayed your body slightly to the music. It was easy to vibe with the duo, as you were familiar with them prior. They were now touring with their newest album, one that you had listened to countless times already. It didn’t take you long to memorize the lyrics to the songs you’d be singing tonight. You wiped your clammy hands across your thighs, as your cue rapidly approached. You tightened your grip on your microphone, before the tempo shifted, and you ran through the tunnel.
With an explosion of fireworks, you leapt onto the stage, as you belted the first note of your own song. One that you had spent your formative years writing. A song you never imagined you’d be singing to a massive crowd tonight. You could hardly believe it had gone viral on the internet. You smiled into the microphone as you went through the simple choreography that you had arranged yourself, you walked over to Tyler with practiced ease. He followed your movements, although it was slightly stiffer and more awkward. You almost laughed.
Once that song reached its final notes, the second song of the collaboration started. A familiar series of synthesized notes filled the hot, summer air. Tyler’s intense gaze met yours as he began to sing. A song that you had heard hundreds of times. You sang along with him, with easy harmonization.
“Scared of my own image”
“Scared of my own immaturity.”
You maintained his stare, as you slowly got closer with timed steps. You circled each other like vultures as you continued your duet. Josh’s heavy beats on the drums heightened your adrenaline as you walked. It kept you steadied on the beat.
Then, the song was over. You sighed deeply, fortunately, there was a timed gap between songs for you to catch your breath. “Are you doing okay?” Tyler asked, seemingly unfazed by all the singing and jumping around he had just done. You nodded, and appreciated his check-in.
“I wish this was the real thing and not just the rehearsal.” You tucked a stray hair that had somehow found itself out-of-place. “It’s going so well.”
Tyler gave you a crooked smile. “You’ll be amazing.” He winked, then went back to his spot. You moved over to yours as well, and the lights flickered to a dazzling series of purple, yellow and green. The third song of the collaborative section of the set started, and you both began to sing.
The total timing for your “surprise cameo” was just over twenty minutes. You bowed to an empty arena before you vanished backstage. You powered off your mic-pack as you watched Tyler and Joseph finish off their set with ease. They both worked in perfect harmony, after years of performance together, it didn’t surprise you.
A part of you envied them, since you were a solo-artist who had to do most of your work entirely alone. You had been approached by countless fellow musicians who offered to start a band with you. You declined all of them, too desperate to maintain creative control of your work. You shot your manager a harrowing glare. For the most part, you still maintained your freedom.
“We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you!”
A series of fireworks, pyrotechnic instruments and lights went off at once. In a chaotic explosion of sound and light, that certainly didn’t seem right. Your eyes widened, as you realized that the finale had failed. You gasped as Tyler and Josh rushed into the tunnel. They coughed into their elbows as they fled from the thick smoke that wafted from the outside. “Holy shit, are you okay?” You asked, frantic.
Tyler ran frustrated fingers through his hair. “That was the worst effects failure I’ve ever witnessed.” He grumbled, obviously upset. “Imagine if that happened during the actual event?” The brunette looked back at the stage crew, who frantically ran around, and barked orders at each other.
“At least it’s just the dress rehearsal?” Josh said with a sympathetic shrug.
“Yeah. Right.” Tyler bit back.
You blinked, a bit surprised at the man’s sudden sharpness. You had heard rumors that he was big on control, and it seemed that was true. You couldn’t really blame him.
“It’ll be fine for the show tonight, right? It’s in like an hour.” You asked, curious.
Josh nodded his head with your words. “Should be!” He grinned at you, small dimples poked in his cheeks like dough. “In the meantime, now we just relax. Tyler and I brought Mario Kart. We could play in our green room if you’d like?”
You returned his smile, “of course!”
To your surprise, playing Mario Kart with the two men calmed your nerves. Even as the concert loomed closer, you laughed and played along. You struggled at first, due to Tyler’s admittance that everyone must play with tilt controls. As the time progressed, you found yourself pacing higher and higher in the video game’s rank. Eventually, a small knock at the door signaled that the fun was over.
“Call time is fifteen. You are up in twenty.” The stoic voice of once of the stage managers sounded through the door. “Just as a heads-up.”
You frowned and set your controller on your lap. Your heart thrummed with adrenaline and anxiety. You had performed plenty of times before, but the nerves still persisted. Tyler must have noticed the slight tremble in your hands, and reached out. Slender fingers laced over yours in a comforting gesture. “Hey, you’ll be okay. It’ll be amazing. I promise.” He murmured gently.
Josh slid in beside him, his rougher, stronger hands rested on your shoulders. He squeezed them reassuringly, and kneaded his thumbs over your tight muscles. “Yeah, Ty is right. You’re gonna kill it.”
You smiled bashfully, despite yourself. “Thank you, genuinely.” You rose to your feet, and brushed some dust that had gotten in your jet black clothing. “Let’s break a leg.”
The actual concert went exactly as rehearsed. You leapt onto the stage to the sound of thunderous applause and high pitched screams. You grinned, and waved at the crowd. You occasionally blew kisses at a few fans who were visibly in tears, even from the distance between the stage and barricade. Fortunately, the pyrotechnics at the end of the set worked, unlike earlier.
You waited patiently for Josh and Tyler to end the show with their final message. However, the taller brunette caught your eye from midway down the tunnel. He gestured to you to come forward, with a flick of his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows, as you hesitantly walked back onto the stage. The venue erupted with cheers, you waved back at them, flustered. This part wasn’t practiced.
“Firstly, we want to thank you all for coming out tonight.” Tyler spoke into the microphone, and gestured to the audience. “Secondly, I would like to thank our starting guest.” He turned to you, and spoke your name. “-it is an honor to preform with you.”
“Anytime!” You shouted back, despite not having a microphone. Josh had walked over to where you both stood, and grabbed your left hand. Your eyes widened, and Tyler held onto your other one.
Hey, so I was wondering if you would be interested in writing something about Tyler/Josh with famous reader. Or as an option I was thinking about third member scenario, doesn’t really matter platonic or romantic.
Of course! I actually really liked this idea so I wrote this (instead of sleeping). I hope it meets your expectations :3
Disclaimer: this is an entirely fictional scenario written for Joshua Dun and Tyler Joseph. This is not an accurate portrayal of either person. This work of fiction is for fun!
Title: The Collaboration
Rating: T (SFW)
Pairing(s): nothing explicitly stated//could be read as platonic
Word Count: 2k
Note: I apologize for any typos or general errors. I wrote this at 3 am with no Beta reader.
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You stretched your arms over your head with a small yawn, you rose from the comforts of the hotel's pillows and blankets. You rubbed your eyes with a sleepy groan before you made a beeline toward the en-suite bathroom. As you sat to use the toilet, you took a lazy glance down at your phone. It was just past five, you had to get ready in less than an hour. Your eyes bugged from your skull, you could already hear your manager’s disappointed lecture from miles away. Tonight was the first of three nights of the summer festival that were a special guest, set to collaborate with one of the headliners. A duo that you were quite familiar with, artistically, Twenty One Pilots.
You groaned, regret gnawed at your stomach as you finished your business and washed your hands. While you patted them dry, your phone jingled with your familiar ringtone. You brought the device to your phone and answered it. It was your manager, her voice just as nasally as always. She swore your name over the speaker, obviously stressed. “Why aren’t you here yet? Dress rehearsal starts in an hour!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I overslept.” You griped back, as you switched to the speaker phone. You carried the device as you started to get ready. “I’ll be there as fast as I can, I promise.” You began to peel off your daytime clothing, to switch to something more comfortable. You’d dress in your concert wardrobe at the venue.
Your manager scoffed over the phone. “Well you better hurry up. Even if you miss rehearsal, I’m not cancelling this. This surprise collaboration is essential for your career. As well as theirs!”
You were fortunate that she had steered to lecture you virtually, so you could roll your eyes in peace. “I understand,” you genuinely did. Your career had suddenly skyrocketed over the past couple months, after one of your songs had exploded on social media. Everyone started to talk about you, your steadily budding career, and the previous concerts you had opened for. The spotlight had shone on you, eyes were now on you. Your collaboration with Twenty One Pilots was essential to keeping the freight train of your success going, as well as uplifting theirs. “Tell them I’ll be there in less than thirty. I can’t finish my full concert routine without the makeup artists, anyway.” You examined your appearance closely in a nearby mirror.
“Right. See you twenty-five.” Your manager hung up without another word. You sighed, and scratched the nape of your neck with mild contempt.
“Bitch,” you seethed under your tongue.
You had arrived at the large venue within twenty-eight minutes, a couple minutes later than your manager expected. Fortunately, she saved the lecture for another time. You were quickly rushed through your dressing room, and green room. It felt like hundreds of hands touched you at once, before you could actually start your sound check and dress rehearsal.
During the commotion of it all, you caught a glimpse of bright red hair. His name left your lips before you even realized it, “Josh?”
The drummer halted, his head tilted back to look at you. His eyes instantly lit up in recognition, which made you blush. You were still relatively new to being casually noticed by people whom you still considered your idols. “Hey, I’m glad you made it!” He walked over to you casually, with his large hands tucked security in the pockets of his gray sweatpants. “Are you ready to sing?” Josh asked with a playful wink.
You giggled, nervously. “I hope so.” Your eyes darted toward another man who had appeared behind him. Dressed in a loose muscle shirt, which revealed the dark ink of the tattoos on his arm, was Tyler. More anxiety seeped into your lungs with an uncomfortable clench. You had spoken with the two men in a virtual Zoom meeting, to discuss ideas and plans for your collaboration.
Seeing them in person was an entirely different experience. You felt every limb in your body stiffen as Josh laughed, and slapped a good natured hand on your shoulder. “It’ll be okay! Don’t be so nervous, you sing well.” He offered you a kind smile.
Tyler’s eyes met yours temporarily, in a fleeting glance that you hardly registered. You swallowed the dry, hard lump in your throat. “Y-Yeah, thanks.” You mumbled dumbly. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach like a swarm of frazzled wasps.
“Alright, it is time for the final dress rehearsal.” Your manager decreed from behind you, which made you jump. She peered at your outfit, it was a simple costume, which consisted of mostly black with colorful accents. Your makeup was rather bland as well, it was just enough to accent your natural facial features and eye color.
Tyler finally spoke up from the corridor that led to the main stage. “We’ll run through our set first,” he nodded to you, “then you’ll join at your cue. Just like before.” He gave you a subtle grin. “You’ll do okay. It’s just a rehearsal, remember that.” You watched as he descended out toward the light at the end of the tunnel. Toward the stage that would soon be faced towards thousands of fans.
Josh patted your shoulder again as he brushed past you, he mumbled his support before following after the vocalist. You inhaled deeply, and secured your mic pack on your waist. Your cue was rather simple, after their fourth song of the set list, the melody would transition to one of your songs of a similar key. You’d step onto the stage with an explosive fire effect, and immediately start your song. You finally exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding.
As you waited, you swayed your body slightly to the music. It was easy to vibe with the duo, as you were familiar with them prior. They were now touring with their newest album, one that you had listened to countless times already. It didn’t take you long to memorize the lyrics to the songs you’d be singing tonight. You wiped your clammy hands across your thighs, as your cue rapidly approached. You tightened your grip on your microphone, before the tempo shifted, and you ran through the tunnel.
With an explosion of fireworks, you leapt onto the stage, as you belted the first note of your own song. One that you had spent your formative years writing. A song you never imagined you’d be singing to a massive crowd tonight. You could hardly believe it had gone viral on the internet. You smiled into the microphone as you went through the simple choreography that you had arranged yourself, you walked over to Tyler with practiced ease. He followed your movements, although it was slightly stiffer and more awkward. You almost laughed.
Once that song reached its final notes, the second song of the collaboration started. A familiar series of synthesized notes filled the hot, summer air. Tyler’s intense gaze met yours as he began to sing. A song that you had heard hundreds of times. You sang along with him, with easy harmonization.
“Scared of my own image”
“Scared of my own immaturity.”
You maintained his stare, as you slowly got closer with timed steps. You circled each other like vultures as you continued your duet. Josh’s heavy beats on the drums heightened your adrenaline as you walked. It kept you steadied on the beat.
Then, the song was over. You sighed deeply, fortunately, there was a timed gap between songs for you to catch your breath. “Are you doing okay?” Tyler asked, seemingly unfazed by all the singing and jumping around he had just done. You nodded, and appreciated his check-in.
“I wish this was the real thing and not just the rehearsal.” You tucked a stray hair that had somehow found itself out-of-place. “It’s going so well.”
Tyler gave you a crooked smile. “You’ll be amazing.” He winked, then went back to his spot. You moved over to yours as well, and the lights flickered to a dazzling series of purple, yellow and green. The third song of the collaborative section of the set started, and you both began to sing.
The total timing for your “surprise cameo” was just over twenty minutes. You bowed to an empty arena before you vanished backstage. You powered off your mic-pack as you watched Tyler and Joseph finish off their set with ease. They both worked in perfect harmony, after years of performance together, it didn’t surprise you.
A part of you envied them, since you were a solo-artist who had to do most of your work entirely alone. You had been approached by countless fellow musicians who offered to start a band with you. You declined all of them, too desperate to maintain creative control of your work. You shot your manager a harrowing glare. For the most part, you still maintained your freedom.
“We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you!”
A series of fireworks, pyrotechnic instruments and lights went off at once. In a chaotic explosion of sound and light, that certainly didn’t seem right. Your eyes widened, as you realized that the finale had failed. You gasped as Tyler and Josh rushed into the tunnel. They coughed into their elbows as they fled from the thick smoke that wafted from the outside. “Holy shit, are you okay?” You asked, frantic.
Tyler ran frustrated fingers through his hair. “That was the worst effects failure I’ve ever witnessed.” He grumbled, obviously upset. “Imagine if that happened during the actual event?” The brunette looked back at the stage crew, who frantically ran around, and barked orders at each other.
“At least it’s just the dress rehearsal?” Josh said with a sympathetic shrug.
“Yeah. Right.” Tyler bit back.
You blinked, a bit surprised at the man’s sudden sharpness. You had heard rumors that he was big on control, and it seemed that was true. You couldn’t really blame him.
“It’ll be fine for the show tonight, right? It’s in like an hour.” You asked, curious.
Josh nodded his head with your words. “Should be!” He grinned at you, small dimples poked in his cheeks like dough. “In the meantime, now we just relax. Tyler and I brought Mario Kart. We could play in our green room if you’d like?”
You returned his smile, “of course!”
To your surprise, playing Mario Kart with the two men calmed your nerves. Even as the concert loomed closer, you laughed and played along. You struggled at first, due to Tyler’s admittance that everyone must play with tilt controls. As the time progressed, you found yourself pacing higher and higher in the video game’s rank. Eventually, a small knock at the door signaled that the fun was over.
“Call time is fifteen. You are up in twenty.” The stoic voice of once of the stage managers sounded through the door. “Just as a heads-up.”
You frowned and set your controller on your lap. Your heart thrummed with adrenaline and anxiety. You had performed plenty of times before, but the nerves still persisted. Tyler must have noticed the slight tremble in your hands, and reached out. Slender fingers laced over yours in a comforting gesture. “Hey, you’ll be okay. It’ll be amazing. I promise.” He murmured gently.
Josh slid in beside him, his rougher, stronger hands rested on your shoulders. He squeezed them reassuringly, and kneaded his thumbs over your tight muscles. “Yeah, Ty is right. You’re gonna kill it.”
You smiled bashfully, despite yourself. “Thank you, genuinely.” You rose to your feet, and brushed some dust that had gotten in your jet black clothing. “Let’s break a leg.”
The actual concert went exactly as rehearsed. You leapt onto the stage to the sound of thunderous applause and high pitched screams. You grinned, and waved at the crowd. You occasionally blew kisses at a few fans who were visibly in tears, even from the distance between the stage and barricade. Fortunately, the pyrotechnics at the end of the set worked, unlike earlier.
You waited patiently for Josh and Tyler to end the show with their final message. However, the taller brunette caught your eye from midway down the tunnel. He gestured to you to come forward, with a flick of his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows, as you hesitantly walked back onto the stage. The venue erupted with cheers, you waved back at them, flustered. This part wasn’t practiced.
“Firstly, we want to thank you all for coming out tonight.” Tyler spoke into the microphone, and gestured to the audience. “Secondly, I would like to thank our starting guest.” He turned to you, and spoke your name. “-it is an honor to preform with you.”
“Anytime!” You shouted back, despite not having a microphone. Josh had walked over to where you both stood, and grabbed your left hand. Your eyes widened, and Tyler held onto your other one.
Send me requests for Tyler Joseph or Josh Dun reader inserts. I’m bored and wanna write some stuff. (N)SFW is totally fine with me. No promises I’ll get to all of them (if I get any) but I figured I’d open it up anyway. Thanks! :3
I can write both male/female for reader inserts, just make sure you clarify!
Tyler Joseph x Reader (established), Josh Dun x Reader, (implied/slight) Tyler Joseph x Josh Dun
Warning(s)
Smut, threesome (m x m x f), dubious consent (if you can call it that), blow jobs, rough oral sex, deep throating, vaginal sex, slight knife play, slight horror. (I might be forgetting some)
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I ran deeper into the woods, my lungs heaved for oxygen as my heart raced deep in my chest. My body hardly kept up with my feet, as I leapt over fallen branches and shallow ditches. The world blurred around me, as my desperate thirst for survival spun in my mind. I needed to run, I needed to live. I did not have a choice. I did not want to die here, somewhere inside a lonely forest. Completely alone, and left as my body grew cold. Leaves crunched loudly beneath the soles of my black converse, now stained with green grass and littered with scuff marks.
Suddenly, I stopped, and leaned against a tall tree stump. I panted wildly, my throat burned for water, as I paused to catch my breath. My head pounded, despaired for more air. I must have gotten ahead of them, as my ears peeled for the sounds of footsteps. My stomach dropped with dread as I remembered them.
Josh, and Tyler.
Two men that I had trusted, one that I loved.
Two people who I had prided myself on being very close to. We had all known each other since our senior year of high school, after all.
My memories were fuzzy, as I rested two fingers on my neck. My pulse raced, incredibly rapid with its pace. I swallowed deeply, and tried to soothe my frazzled nerves. The sound of the forest added to my panic, with the soft rustle of trees that blew in the wind, which harmonized with the gentle chirps of insects. Get a hold of yourself. I cursed, mentally. Freaking out won’t do you well, right now. I took deep breaths, and took into my surroundings.
A clearing within the dense foliage, almost a perfect circle, devoid of nothing but tall grass and dried tree stumps. I could not see between the trees, the darkness between each trunk was jet black. It made my stomach churn uneasily, anxiety made me nauseous. Did I lose them? I could not be too certain. If I did, I did not want to risk inhibiting my current state of intense alertness.
I reached down to my pockets, and felt for my phone through the coarse texture of blue jeans. I glanced down at my device, I had just over fifteen percent of battery life left. Not enough to justify using my flashlight. I needed to ensure I had enough energy left to call the police, if I made my way out in time.
Then, I reached into my purse, which hung off my left shoulder. It had slowed me down, slightly, when I made an insane dash through the woods. I dug into its contents, found my wallet, and my precious pocket knife. It was not much, but could prove to be a useful weapon. Another wave of vertigo washed over my guts, at the thought of sinking the blade deep inside a body.
What would it feel like? To feel the silver slice open red flesh, deep through the skin, the muscle, or the bone? A chill ran down my spine, as my face blanched. My own thoughts had betrayed me, twisted and distorted with violence.
I kept the knife secured within my right fist, before I discarded my emptied purse, and left it behind. I decided to head toward the distant sound of a train’s call. It was likely a mile, or slightly less, from my current location. If I managed to make it there, I would find the main road from the tracks.
I pushed back my fear, and walked back into the darkness. I decided to briskly walk, this time. If I decided to run, I could exert my hard-earned energy too early. It was best to remain as silent as possible, which required softer, more gentle footsteps. It was difficult to navigate through the leaf litter, large stones and mangled roots of the ground without a flashlight. It wasn’t worth the risk, I figured, to drain my battery using the light.
Time passed like a snail’s pace, as it crept forward steadily. It was impossible to determine the actual hour, without looking at my phone. I carefully walked to where I had heard the roar of locomotive wheels, and kept a firm bite on the inside of my lip. I needed to stay quiet.
Then, I heard something.
A subtle crackle, somewhere a couple feet behind me. I shot upwards, my back instantly straightening. I looked behind me, into the inky dark. I could not see, and did not dare speak. Could it be a curious deer? A bobcat? Raccoon? Was it nothing? My breaths increased, as my heart began to pulse rapidly. I flipped the blade out from my pocket knife, and pointed it to the empty void. Silence persisted, for a long, intense moment.
Nothing happened. No man with a knife, no mysterious monster, no stray grizzly bear. I exhaled the breath, unaware that I had held it prior. Hesitantly, I lowered my blade, ready to fold it back into place. Then, my phone rang.
Amongst the unnerving silence of the nighttime forest, the melody of my ringtone broke through the barrier with a piercing pitch. I gasped, and fumbled to grab my phone, and dropped my knife in the process. My blue screen lit up the dark, which revealed a familiar contact name.
Josh.
My boyfriend’s best friend, and platonic soulmate. He had been there for our fights, and always took my defense when it was right. His profile icon illuminated from the center of the rectangular glass, his face bright with a wide smile, and eyes that sparkled with laughter. Someone I had never expected to attempt to murder me.
I silenced my phone, my fingers trembled vigorously. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, as I struggled to gain control of my respiration. Was it possible that they heard it? It was likely, the sound of rock music clashed against the natural symphony of the breeze and wildlife.
I reached down, to the ground, my fingers felt around for my dropped pocket knife amongst the vegetation. I panicked, searching for my lost weapon, as my panic attack rapidly approached. Like a storm, that rumbled in the back of my consciousness.
Right as I felt the textured, leather grip of the knife; I felt a boot rest on my back. My eyes widened, and I froze. The weight was heavy, pressed down between my shoulders, right on the curve of my spine. I could not rise from my crouched position, my knees brushed the dirt off the ground.
“Tyler! I found her!” Josh’s cheerful voice echoed off the trees. I couldn’t move, my feet were locked in place.
Now I heard footsteps, as another figure appeared from out of the void. They had found me. Tyler looked down at me, his expression eerily neutral. His eyes were a bright, ruby red, as they glared down. It was Blurryface? It had to be, Tyler would never do this to me. But why-, you glanced at Josh, why him?
The sting of betrayal, and heartbreak panged through your chest again. “What do you want?” I spat, and hated the desperation in my words. “You caught me, why don’t you just kill me now?”
“That’s boring,” Josh sighed. He said my name with a tight smile. “You know us better than that.”
“I don’t know you at all.” I hissed. It was true, I didn’t. I did not know that the two, most important people in my world were sociopaths.
Josh laughed, a cackle, which shook the boot still pressed harshly on my back. “I guess you have a good point.” He sounded dismissive.
Now, it was Blurryface’s turn to speak. However, it was not his voice, it was Tyler’s. The accent was gone, and just left the tender, angelic tenor of the man I loved. “You can’t escape.” He stated bluntly.
I glared up at him, and tried not to cry. His red eyes held no sympathy.
Or anything at all.
I mourned the sweet morning I had before, when I stirred awake in Tyler’s warm arms. His smile and laughter was still fresh in my memory.
“We just want to have fun with you!” Josh cooed, and leaned over from behind me. I was trapped. “You’re our favorite girl, after all.” I went rigid, at the sensation of the serrated teeth of a hunting knife drag across my skin. “Tyler has kept you from me for too long. How selfish.” He sighed, genuinely offended. “He isn’t good at sharing.”
Disgusted realization churned in my belly, did Josh want me? I spent the past decade thinking that we were just friends. That he saw me with nothing but platonic affection. I ground my white teeth, fear warped into anger.
In a desperate attempt for my life, I kicked one foot forward. I landed it directly on Tyler’s shin, before I shot past him. I scooped up my knife, as I sprung to a mad sprint. I had heard the shouts of the two men behind, as they also ran after me.
I swore, beneath my gasps as I mindlessly darted between ancient trees. I did not make it far, before my shoe snagged on a thick root, partially buried beneath the soil. I yelped, like a lamb's helpless bleat. My knees stung with a fresh scrape, as I caught my fall with the palms of my hands. The small stones and twigs dug into the soft flesh like thorns. I winced, a small cry of pain escaped my parted lips.
“”Didn’t I tell you about watching where you were running?” Tyler mocked. He materialized from the dark, again. His black body paint, and clothing made him hard to see. I pointed the knife at him, and ignored how much my arms shook.
“Don’t come near me!” I shouted, “you hear me?”
“You know you won’t do that.” He pointed out, with a subtle tilt of his head.
I genuinely could not tell if he was Blurryface, or if he was Tyler. Not that it mattered, anymore.
“Please, just let me go.” You sobbed. “What did I do to deserve this?”
My lover had stopped speaking, and Josh took over. “We’re just gonna have some fun.” He dropped his large, icy hands on my shoulders. My grip on my knife faltered, and I lowered my hands. “Good girl,” the man behind me purred. His breath was warm against the shell of my ear.
“Tyler, I’m upset you didn’t let us share sooner.” Josh groaned, and inhaled my hair deeply. One hand wrapped around my neck, securing me in place, the other stroked my hair. “I’ve waited far too long.”
I swallowed deeply, and attempted to ignore the heat of the pool of desire at my core. I was grateful it was pitch black, which helped obscure my face. It would be a lie to deny that I had not found Josh attractive in the past. The man was objectively attractive, with dyed, curly hair and a muscular build. His grip on my throat tightened, my pulse raced against his fingers.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Josh.” Tyler scolded with that soft voice of his. Despite the dire situation I was in, the way he spoke still held its naturally gentle tenderness.
Josh’s gaze flickered up to his best friend, and sighed. “I know.” He pressed a kiss to my temple.
I looked up at Tyler, I was sure that my fear was evident in my wide, doe-like eyes. His expression didn’t soften, like it usually did when he saw me. With a gentle hand, he cupped my chin, and stroked his thumb over my cheek. “Please,” I begged with a whisper, “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Just, let me go.”
“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart.” Tyler mumbled, and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Despite my situation, the warmth of his lips tingled my skin.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, my heart raced.
The men did not respond, instead, Tyler had begun to kiss down my throat. As he descended his kisses down to my collarbone, Josh loosened his grip from my neck. Now, he had pressed the jagged end of his knife to my throat, but not hard enough to draw blood. “Be a good girl for us, and we might let you go.” He mumbled into my temple, darkly.
I nodded, ashamed by my own growing arousal. “O-Of course,” I stammered. My own desperation to survive had intermixed with sexual thrill. I hardly had time to think before I realized that Tyler had pulled a knife from his pants. The blade sliced through the front of my shirt, a simple tee with my favorite band logo printed on the front. I gasped, at the sudden gust of cool air on my exposed cleavage. I moved my hands to cover myself, but Josh acted faster. His large, calloused hand caught my wrists.
“There’s no need to hide, babe.” He insisted. “You’re beautiful.”
I remained silent, as my boyfriend continued to work on my body. He left small, sharp nips of his teeth across the thin flesh on my collarbone. He tugged at my skin between his pearly whites, in the way he knew I liked. I pressed my lips tightly together, in an attempt to mask my whimpers of pleasure. It felt grotesque, to be turned on by the pair who had tried to kill me back in our shared apartment.
Tyler had grown satisfied with his work, a line of purple and blue hickies littered down my throat. Perfectly aligned with my jugular. I swallowed, it felt like I was set ablaze, despite the goosebumps that spread across my arms. He pressed his forehead against mine, and looked down with his intense eyes. They flickered between dark chocolate to a brilliant scarlet like a broken lightbulb. The tension between us was thick, I felt Josh pull the shredded fabric of my shirt off my shoulders. My torso was completely bare, except for my bra.
Without thinking, I tilted my head upwards, and captured Tyler’s lips with my own. It was a depraved level of fucked-up I could hardly imagine. I didn’t care, my body acted before my mind could catch up. He gasped at the sensation of my soft lips, that brushed against his. He instantly fused into the kiss, both painted palms cupped my cheeks. I moaned, and felt Josh’s grip on the back of my neck completely let go. Instead, his hands drifted downward, and tightly gripped my waist from behind.
I was in too deep, sandwiched between two serial killers, in the wilderness. Far away from anyone who could hear us. Away from any source of rescue. My terror remained, mixed in a cocktail of a heightened sense of twisted lustful intoxication. There was no escape, I was doomed.
The dampness of the soil was evident on my knees, in my kneeling position on the forest floor. I felt Tyler’s tongue sweep across the seal of my lips, before plunging deep into my mouth. Our tongues twisted in a frantic dance, as Josh watched from behind. I could hear his deep pants, as he watched us with his pupil-blown eyes.
Sharp teeth nipped at my bare shoulders, Josh had pressed himself against me, unable to stay away much longer. I let out a shudder, which seemed to drive Tyler wild. He grunted, and now wrapped both his hands around my throat, and deepened the kiss.
“Stay put,” Tyler ordered, once he pulled away. Even in the pale moonlight, I could see the salvia that stained his swollen lips. He rose to his feet, and towered over me. I kept my eyes locked on him, and panted wildly. My chest heaving with every breath. Josh continued his assault on my shoulders as I watched the other man unbuckle his belt. The familiar metallic jingle of the buckle sent an electrifying bolt of lightning, straight down to my crotch.
Before I could react, he had already pulled his hardened cock from its previous confines. Josh had risen to his feet, and placed his leather boot back onto my back. Wordlessly, he roughly pushed me forward, as if to say ‘go on.’ I gulped, my throat tight and dry. I had been running for the past hour, completely devoid of water, I was parched.
I inhaled deeply, through my nose, before I parted my lips. The pinkish tip of Tyler’s dick began to sink into my mouth, the salty tang of pre-cum coated my tongue. I felt tears sting, as I crept further, taking more of him down my throat. I gagged, almost to the base. He exhaled, shakily, his eyes returned to the full red. Roughly, he reached through my hair, and tugged on a lock.. “Always so perfect for me.” He rumbled with a tender groan of pleasure.
Once my throat had properly adjusted to his size, I began to move. Just the way he liked it, with slow, careful licks across the veiny flesh inside my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, and watched his face contort with gratification. Josh removed his foot from my back, and opted to knell over me again. He pressed his chest against my shoulders, and cupped my breasts with warm hands. He massaged them through the thick fabric of my bra, tenderly squeezing them between his fingers.
I fluttered my eyes shut, continued. Josh tugged the bra downward, and freed my chest to the crisp autumn night breeze. I gasped, as my nipples began to turn erect. Instantly, his calloused fingers were back on my chest, and pinched the small buds. I moaned, and my voice vibrated against Tyler’s penis. He groaned, again.
Josh’s relentless attack of my breasts drove me wild, sending jolts of pleasure directly down to my throbbing clit. It burned with a scorching longing to be touched. “Look at me,” Tyler commanded.
I blinked open my bleary eyes, god, he looked so perfect in the silvery moonlight. The outline of his silhouette glistened with a halo of pure light. Given another situation, I would’ve considered him as a God. He smiled at this, pushing my head with a gentle tug of my hair. I choked, as my nose brushed against the coarse pubic hair by his base. I whimpered, and found it difficult to breathe. My lungs tightened, as my head began to feel light. Panicked, I looked up at Tyler, as my oxygen quickly depleted. We had never done this before, in our bedroom life before this. He had always been gentle, and excessively cautious.
Instead of his usual, worried expression, his eyes were darkened with intensity. I could not take it anymore, violently, I jerked my head backwards. I gagged loudly, and gasped for air. A long rope of salvia connected my lips to Tyler’s spit-soaked cock. I cleared my throat, as I continued to sputter for more fresh oxygen.
“Get on your hands and knees.” Josh ordered, and grabbed my arms. Without any fight, I rested my palms against the damp leaves. They still stung, with the scrapes that marred them.
“Such a good girl, you were so close.” Tyler whispered with a small, unfiltered, lustful moan. He moved his cockhead over my lips, like he was applying chapstick. I whimpered at his obscene display of humiliating sexual intimacy. As he teased my mouth, Josh tugged down the jean shorts to my bent knees. My panties now exposed to the stars, eliciting an excited murmur from him.
“Holy fuck, Ty, why would you keep this from me?” He mewled, before he pulled down my lacy underwear with vigor. “Unfair,” Josh groped my butt.
A wave of hot shame washed across my naked body as I felt the breeze against my soaked labia. I clenched my thighs together, in embarrassment. I had never imagined having sex outdoors before, in a public space. However, Josh’s rough grip appeared between my thighs, grabbing the plush flesh. I whimpered, and Tyler sank himself between my lips.
“There’s no need to be shy now, slut.” Josh snarled into the shell of my ear. “Stay still,” he moved his hand, and used his thumbs to part the round flesh of my ass. I felt my skin light up like firecrackers, with shame and extreme arousal. It felt filthingly obscene, being exposed in such a vulgar way.
I gasped around Tyler’s cock, as a wet tongue began to twirl around my hole. I felt my eyes roll back, just for a second, as the same appendage rolled over my sensitive clit. I felt like I could’ve exploded, overwhelmed by the dick that pulsed in my throat, and the pair of lips on my cunt. However, there was no escape.
Tyler had begun to thrust into my mouth again, his head rolled back slightly. His eyes had been completely glazed with pleasure. Josh buried his pink tongue deeper inside me. Pressure built deep in my core, like a tightened coil. It continued to build. My nerves ignited, and my moans increased.
“J-Josh,” I choked, between Tyler’s thrusts. “I’m gonna,-!” I gagged, as he shoved his dick deeper into my throat.
The pressure inside me was ready to burst, it boiled, and threatened to spill over any second. I trembled wildly, as Josh roughly pulled his face away from my crotch. I cried out in sudden disappointment, my impending orgasm quickly snubbed without warning. I sobbed, as Tyler pulled himself away. He must have been close, based on the way his penis visibly throbbed.
“Switch,” he moaned, as he stroked himself.
Josh sighed, discouraged. “Alright, fine.”
I sat on the dried leaves, dazed with hypnotic arousal. Now, Tyler was behind me, and steadily traced my slit. I whimpered as Josh appeared in front of me, he had already stripped himself free of his pants. His dick was roughly the same as his best friend’s, but thicker. I shivered with a sick sense of delight at the sight of it. “Like what you see, babe?” He asked, with a smug smirk. He must have been looking at Tyler.
My boyfriend’s hand squeezed the thick flesh of my ass, evidently jealous. Without any ceremony, he thrust into me. I yelped out with surprised pleasure. He had completely bottomed out with ease, I was completely soaked from my own arousal and Josh’s spit.
“It’s my turn to taste you.” Josh purred, and knelt down to kiss me. A loud, drawn out moan escaped my lips as he pressed against mine. I could taste myself on his damp mouth, how vulgar, I thought. Our lips moved in broken synch, as Tyler’s rhythm continued into me. Josh kissed me between moans, as he jerked himself off.
I gasped sharply, as a familiar touch began to draw tiny circles around my clit. I instantly recognized it as Tyler’s, as he moved his hand with muscle memory. The same pattern he used to break me down to tiny pieces. I swore his name, like a prayer, into the crisp air.
Josh drug his cockhead over my lips, using a forceful hand to duck my head downwards. I lowered my mouth onto his neglected penis. He hissed in pleasure, and rolled his headwards. “Ugh, shit.” The curly-haired man whispered. He was much more vocal than Tyler. My mind buzzed with pleasure, as I began to wrap my tongue around him. As I sucked Joshua off, Tyler continued his relentless pace.
The coil began to tighten again, it squeezed around my pelvis like a vice. I couldn’t hold back my moans around the cock in my mouth. “Shit,” Josh cursed, his eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He growled, and looked down with intense ferocity. With a whisper of my name, he pulled himself from my lips, and chose to cum over my face. His seed decorated my lips, cheeks and forehead with white pearls. I stuck out my tongue, feeling incredibly garish, to capture some of the salty liquid. I giggled, completely lost in my own haze, and swallowed deeply.
Josh groaned, and stroked his jaw. He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. I was ready to spill over, Tyler’s satisfied moans started to fill the air, he increased the frequency of the spirals on my clit. “Cum for me,” he panted. “Cum on my dick, whore.” He sounded animalistic. In a way I had never heard him say before.
It pushed me over the edge, my orgasm finally allowed into fruition. I cried out, and collapsed directly into the thick foliage below me. My ass remained upward, as Tyler came just microseconds after I did. He spilled himself deep inside me, and decorated my insides the way Josh had decorated my face.
Tyler pulled out, after a moment to recover, he grunted. Josh had already stood, as I laid on the ground still. Completely naked, vulnerable and used. “Are you going to kill me now?” I mumbled, still high from adrenaline.
Josh and Tyler exchanged a glance. “No,” Josh sighed. “Ty wants to keep you.”
Tyler glanced down at me with a once forgotten tenderness, but it vanished as soon as it came. I wondered if I had imagined it, within my cock-drunken brain. “Shame, you would’ve made a beautiful corpse.” Josh sounded mockingly mournful.
I felt a tiny, trickle of relief deep in my frazzled thoughts.
I had survived.
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I'm so sorry for writing this, I'm actually super ashamed! I hope you enjoyed reading it.
I’ll fr start writing Leon fics again if it meant I’d stop seeing gross shit on my fanfic feeds of him. Stop writing incest and stepcest pls! Have some dignity!
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