I have gotten super into your works, and I'm a little curious about your band story... What's it like when they finally settle before the next touring season?? Do they have a room for reader, or do they have to rush to make one? All the details, if you're willing to write !!
Love your works, and hope you have a good day / night !!
-🧃anon (if that's okay??)
Another anon!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello🧃anon!!!! I was actually thinking about making another part about them! Excellent question and I'm so so sorry it's taken me like 4 months to respond >_<
Parental!Yandere Band x (Ex) Fan Reader
WARNINGS: Kidnapping, possessive behavior, forced age regress, yandere stuff, man idk
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The bus lurched a lot on the way back 'home', wherever that was. You were currently laying on the couch, back to the world and eyes squeezed tight.
You could hear the other band members talking (arguing) while they thought you were asleep.
"I'm just saying, I think we need to do something. A time out, a grounding, any punishment!" Dave was grumbling, leaning on the couch you were 'asleep' on.
"Oh, c'mon man." Ryan shot back. "They've been through enough, least we could do is let them get away with one little mistake!"
"You're just saying that because they played UNO with you." Tyler pointed out from beside Ryan.
"I think they shouldn't have any punishment because they don't deserve anything like that!" Evan said with such determinination that it made everyone pause.
"Favorites much?" Dave mumbled under his breath. Evan huffed out an annoyed breath and you felt him move over to you, gently shaking your shoulder. "Honey? Baby? Little one?" He said over and over again.
You didn't move an inch.
"They're ignoring you." Dave deadpanned. Evan sighed but kept trying anyway.
"Bruh, wake up!" Ryan called. That made you 'wake up'. You opened your eyes and rolled over to face them. "Did you just call me 'bruh'?" You asked, baffled by his words.
Ryan shrugged. Got you to wake up, didn't it?"
You glared at him but you got distracted as Evan lifted upwards. "Awww, are you cranky?" He teased. You squirmed but at this point, you knew that Evan was too strong.
Evan beamed as you stopped fighting him quickly, everyone else seemed curious to the situation. The bus came to a stop, not a pit stop (you were put in a different room when that was the case.) And Evan beamed.
"We're home now!" He said cheerfully, walking towards the door. You were so exicted to see outside that you didn't really care about your situation at the current moment.
Once you did get ouside, however, you were met with the sight of a modest house, big enough for each of the members and some wiggle room.
Evan kept moving with the rest of the band nearby, Ryan appeared at your right and ruffled your hair. "Welcome home, kid." He said with a grin. You stared blankly at him.
Dave opened the door for Evan as he finally set you back down on the floor. "Well, want a tour?"
You wanted to say no and ask to go home again, but Dave gave you a Disappointed Dad Glare(TM) and Tyler just gave you a knowing look and you nodded stiffly.
Each member eagerly showed you around their own room. Ryan threw you on his bed when you entered his room. (Earning a lecture from Dave and a horrified Evan but Tyler high-fived him and jumped with you)
Evan showed you around but kept you away from the 'dangerous' parts, such as the corner of his desk table and the stapler he has by his desk.
Tyler was chill when he showed you his room, let you touch all his guitars and even managed to get you to compliment it, something that made the other members get a bit jealous.
And Dave just opened the door and went. "This is my room." And closed it. "Well?" Tyler edged him on, wrapping an arm around you. Dave stared back. "That's it."
Tyler leaned down to whisper. "Ignore him, he always just holes himself up in his room sometimes."
"Sucks that you don't have a room yet, kiddo." Ryan comments as they walk you back to the kitchen. "I can sleep on the couch." You offer. Better than the cramped bus and the couch was probably more comfortable.
Dave gets a look of an idea while he eats some crackers. He waves over the rest of the members and they whisper a conversation. "What?" You ask as Ryan slides a cookie your way.
You eat it (You were starving, okay?) and look between them worriedly. Evan squeals in happiness and rushes over to hug you. "We agreed on a 'punishment'" He says it with exageration. "And we'll be keeping the sleeping planner!"
The dreaded sleeping planner.
Each day of the week is split between the 4 band members. One is always left out and they argue about it all the time. Which means, you won't be sleeping alone like you hoped.
"Relax," Dave says as he watches you lock up again. "It's not perament." Evan grumbles something like. "Wish it was..."
"Yeah, besides, it won't be that bad." Tyler adds, but his voice holds a note of worry. He wants you to like him really badly.
You don't give any of them the joy of a response.
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After the second week of it, you finally speak up while cuddling one of them unwillingly. You usually just accept it and try to go to bed early, if that doesn't work, you stay super quiet and hope they fall asleep so you can sleep peacefully.
But Ryan had just rolled onto you again and almost hit your head with his shoulder. The last time he did that you got the worse headache for the rest of the night!
"Oof! Ryan, can you move?" You manage to grumble out. His eyes fly open and he stares at you for a soild 5 minutes, before shifting away.
"Sorry, I roll a lot when I sleep, don't I?"
You just stare at him like. I know.
He shifts a bit before moving his arm. "Lift your head." He orders. You do so, only because your so so tired, and he puts his forearm under your head, making a mini-pillow for you.
You lay your head back down on his arm and your eyes slip shut. He takes this as permission to move closer and his body heat makes you even more tired.
With a final sigh, you fall asleep. But you can feel Ryan smirk happily at the turn of events, but you'd be wrong not to feel it saying he's burrying his face in your hair.
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You'd been a grouch all week. Everytime that night came and you tried to make a run to bed before any of them, Dave would yell and Tyler would drag you back to your cuddling partner.
Eventually, after one embarrassing pitiful plead, Dave finally paused in his order. "Dave... Don't you think they've been punished enough?" Tyler asked, hesitating to grab you as you ran up the stairs. You paused so you could listen.
There was a pause. "They gave me a heart attack, they have to learn." Dave grumbled stubbornly.
"They learned their lesson, we're just making them miserable."
"Fine. You big softie." Dave finally relented.
"What?! No!" Evan whined, you heard someone smack his shoulder.
"Oh, c'mon Evan. You'll survive." The teasing voice of Ryan told him. All he got back was a sad sigh.
"I'll go check on them." Tyler said before you heard him going upstairs where all the bedrooms were. You scurried to the first room you could find (Tyler's room) and climbed under the sheets, pretending to be asleep.
You heard Tyler come in and even though your heart was racing, you pretending expertly well. You felt the bed dip as he sat beside you and his fingers found your hair.
"Sleep well, Y/N. In here, with me." His voice had a possessive edge that you only heard in Evan once or twice, it scared you a bit. "I'll be your favorite, right?"
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This one is also pretty short but I hope I didn't disappoint dear🧃anon! I love having anons!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I hope this alright, not my best quality post, but still! Thank you so much for reading, I love all of you and see ya!
(Edit): I forgot to change the warnings again ._. i'm sorry
Warnings: Innocence user, dub-con thieving, threesome, description of bodily fluids, oral, Afab body parts, panty stealing.
AN: Okay, maybe it took more than a few hours, but I DID IT! Been burnt out but pushed through.
"Alright, uh... cinnamon next?" The dark haired boy calls; focusing on the heavily crumpled piece of paper before him. "Pez?"
"Hm?" Pez, ever the distracted delinquent, look towards his friend from his spot by the kitchenette window, where he's currently venting his cigarette smoke out into the open air. "Shit, yeah. Here ya go'." He slaps the small plastic bottle into the hand of his long time friend. "What are we making again?"
"Just cinnamon rolls. Didn't feel like the canned ones, but I'm like..." Tyler zones out for a second before shaking his head, high from earlier clinging to him. "Hella craving some pastry, you know? Feel like a pregnant chick. Maybe I am pregnant..."
"We've got bigger problems than you having cravings if you're fucking pregnant." Pez snickers, getting a laugh from his friend, whose now slathering a buttery paste onto the laid out pastry. "I'm not paying child support if that's what you're after. Just cause you're a fatass doesn't mean you can say you're pregnant."
"What are you looking at, man? You're locked in over there." Tyler calls over his shoulder.
"Who do you think?" Pez looks over at his friend with a grin, causing Tyler to pause, brushing the flour from his hands onto a beat up apron as he quickly makes his way to the rickety windowsill.
"Sweet. The babe." Tyler says, head bobbing along like there's some music only he can hear. Pez nods as well, taking a hot drag from his cancer-stick and exhaling into the crisp fall air just beyond. Running a hand over his freshly shaved buzzcut, scratching slightly, he lets out a groan. "She uh... likes sweets, yeah? Sweet treat for a sweet thing."
"Work your magic, dude. Lemme get these in the oven." He fist bumps his friend before sliding into a dorky handshake and shoulder slap, as Tyler snuffs out his cigarette. 'Don't want wonder boy up my ass about smoking...' he thinks, entering the hallway with an empty hand.
Stepping out onto the campus, crisp leaves crunch under black combat boots as the punk glances around, moving like a slick predator towards its prey. "Hey, hot stuff. Saw you looking a little lonely over here, bet you're getting cold-"
Before the voice even registers, the hand on your ass does, making you sigh, but smile as you look over your shoulder at the punk standing behind the tree you're leaned up against. "Nope, I've got plenty of layers on, I'm a-okay." You retort, motioning to your outfit.
"Whoo-" He let's out a whistle, nodding his head in approval and playfully slow clapping. "Very nice. Not that I wouldn't mind taking some of those layers off, getting up under them." He snickers at the way your face flushed.
"Perv!" You retort, playfully smacking his shoulder. "Come on, first you're afraid I'm too cold and now you're trying to get me naked!"
"I'm a selfish man, what can I say." He shrugs before coming around the tree fully to face you. "I'm serious though, cute outfit. Suits you..." He looks over it once more. "Cmon, do a spin f' me." He encourages.
From the way he looks, you realize he won't let up. "Fine, but only one." It does make you feel good, doing this little twirl for him. This is one of your favorite outfits, and guys like Carter and Evan don't exactly appreciate you for your style as much as your... assets. "Picked it out from the thrift."
"And thrifty, financially responsible is so hot on you." He pokes your shoulder, hand coming to fiddle with the necklace on your collar.
"Didn't take you for the frugal type?"
"I'm fucking poor; just cause I'm at a rich school doesn't mean I have funds." He reminds. "I grew up knowing how to save money, and I can appreciate when someone tries, even if they don't have too." Staightening up, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. "My offer to warm you up still stands. Got Pez back at the dorm making cinnamon rolls. Unless you'd prefer another way for me to get you all hot."
You just roll your eyes, but nod. "Sure. I'd be an idiot to say not to Pez's food."
"Exactly. I didn't wanna say it, but you know..." He wraps a lanky arm arm around your shoulders as he guides you back into the brick building; playfully kissing your head as he holds open the dorm door. "Ladies first."
Once upstairs, you're greeted with the sight and smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, a pleasant change from the usual lingering of various kinds of smoke and vapor that usually cling to the rooms walls and carpets. "Hey, what's up, man? Just got the rolls in the oven." Tyler calls, happy as ever. He's always a breath of fresh air around the campus, just the sight of him in his element makes both you and Pez smile.
"Good to see you too, Ty." You coo, going to wrap him in a one arm hug before letting out an 'oof-' as he bear hugs you against him, practically curtaining your torso in his long hair. "Smells amazing."
"Thanks, new shampoo-"
"The cinnamon rolls."
His tan cheeks flush a deep red as his roommate, now spread out across the couch and watching the pair with a vouyeristic interest, snickers. "Smooth moves, X-lax. Tell her you bought new boxers cause you heard she-" You find yourself immediately pushed closer to the oven, Tyler trying to drown out his friends words.
"Uh, yeah, so it's a recipe I got forever ago off some box, thought I could make it special, spice it up." He keeps on rambling, and you cast a confused glance to a rather pleased looking Pez, whose lighting up another cig. "I honestly forgot about the recipe, actually it went through the wash in my pants pocket, but when I found it and it made it through I though, 'Shit, must be fate!' So I decided to make em'."
"Well; everything you make is good; so I'm excited." You assure, making him smile.
"Thanks, I like sharing everything with you."
"Hey, babe." Pez calls. "Still got a bit of time on those cinnamon rolls, come here and let me keep my promise." He runs a hand up and down the lap fabric of his pants. You opt to sit on the couch beside him, and Pez follows suit.
"Three's company, huh? A threesome off the table?"
"Gross!" You chirp, laughing and shaking your head.
"Don't be a prude. You know I think you're hot, so does everyone else at this fuckin' school. I know you're getting some on the side, its cool." He puts a hand to his chest. "I'm sex positive, man." Pez assures.
"A lot more than just positive." Tyler says, fistbumping his pal.
You on the other hand, have gone quiet, sighing a bit. "I mean, not really."
This gives both boys pause. "Not really? You mean you aren't getting any or-" Tyler starts, before Pez shakes his head.
"Nah, that ain't it. Not at all." He's a shark whose smelled blood in the water, and slinks closer to you, leaning in. "You've never gotten any, huh? You're a virgin."
Awkwardly, you nod. "It's not something I really advertise, its kinda humiliating. And with all the sex jokes you make I just didn't know how to respond. Didn't even know if it would be weird to tell you guys?"
"Eh. Maybe for a normal friend group, but that's not us." He shrugs. "I'm... I'm sorry if I freaked you out or anything." For a moment, you see a side of Pez you hadn't seen before. An unsure, regretful side. Tyler pats his shoulder. "I mean, I assumed you had done all that stuff before. If I had ever though you were uncomfortable I never would have-"
"I know. It's okay, its not like you ever forced me into something, and you knocked it off when I asked." You assure. "I know you aren't the type of guy to do pressure me or anything. I trust you guys." You nod fervently, and Tyler relaxes.
"Good, cool. So... you ever tried? I mean, getting down and dirty?"
"No, I've just never felt comfortable." You explain awkwardly. "I mean, some of the guys around here-" You cut yourself off, looking at your folded hands.
"Yeah. I get it, we get it." Tyler assures. "I mean, you're a total babe, you deserve a good first time. With good guys." He pauses. "Or chicks, if that's what you're into."
"Love to see that." Pez let's put an oof as Tyler smacks his shoulder. "Come on. I'm just messing around. We could give you a good time. Great time even, we're your friends. I mean, it's probably better to do it with people you trust."
He has a point. "I've... I wouldn't even know where to start." You admit, only to feel a calloused, cold touch on your cheek.
"We'll make it simple, first kiss?" He asks.
You shake your head. He let's out a small 'tch', and Tyler dramatically pretends to slump over in defeat. "You're both dorks." You giggle, already a bit eased by the tension.
"Maybe I'm just greedy. Wanted every first of yours." Pez jokes, eyes still fixated on your lips. He doesn't ask, but he is gentle when he presses his chapped lips to yours, sighing softly. You're taken a bit by suprise, but its not bad. He's actually quite soft about the whole thing. More than you would have thought.
"Can I take off your shirt?" You feel warm breath on your ear, as Tylers hand clumsily feel around the front of your torso while Pez continues his affectionate gesture. You can only nod, and he grins, managing to get your school shirt off.
"Pretty rack." Pez comments as he pulls off your lips, immediately more interested in what's now presented.
"What happened to you being all soft? It was kinda sweet..." you joke, though inside you do have a craving for that slow, gentle affection.
"That's what I'm here for. It's all about balance, dude." Tyler says, resting his head on your shoulder from behind, placing a few soft kisses to your skin. "We both got you."
You let out a sharp gasp as the sudden feeling of a digit on your sensitive nipples, looking down to see Pez has expertly lifted one of your breasts over your bra, teasing the pert pink bud. "Feel weird? I heard some girls don't even like having their nipples played with." He muses. "Seems like you're just fine with it, though."
You continue to let out little mewls and moans as the scratchy fabric of your lace bra is slipped off, Tyler undoes it to give his friend better access. You can feel a hardness press against your back, only adding to the heat of the new sensations.
"That... uh, that you, Tyler?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder.
He nods sheepishly, his hand intertwined with yours, a comforting gesture. "Yeah, is... that okay? I know me rubbing my stiffy on you is already a lot, we'd said we would ease you into this, but seeing you all tits out and flushed, you don't get how hard it is." He groans.
Smiling at the idea that you're having just as much of an effect on them as they are you, you lean back against Tyler's chest. "Is... what do I do to help you with it?"
Before Tyler can even suggest something, Pez has yanked his head up from your tits. "Suck him."
"Jesus, man- you're way to eager for that-" Tyler snickers, prompting his friend to shamelessly shrug. "It's a good way to ease her in. She makes you feel good, as a reward for making her a sweet treat. And-" He leans in, nose almost brushing yours. "I'm not a huge pastry guy, so since you're making my boy here feel so good, maybe you let me fill up on something else, too."
You barely have time to register what he's asking before he's tugging down your shorts, placing a hot kiss over the fabric of your panties. "Pretty pair. You know, I've always thought a chick in my boxers would be kinda hot. You like blue?"
You're distracted by the sight of Tyler sliding himself over the waistband of his shorts. He's thin, lanky like the rest of him, with a pretty reddish tip. He strokes his hand over the base, grunting once or twice as he gets himself fully hard. "It's kinda cool, huh? I mean, the way it kinda moves and stuff-"
"Weird ass thing to say while I'm trying to get ready to eat her out. Stop talking about your dick." Pez snaps, looking up. Tyler raises his hands in defeat, looking back down to you.
"Alright, man, you still wanna try this?" Pez asks. You nod, sitting up a little, while Pez maneuvers himself to kneel on the floor, still practically making out with your thighs, but not quite the area you need it. "I want to. To... make you feel good, because of all you've done for me." You mumble.
"Hey, we'd take care of you even if we didn't have sex. You're our dude, dude." He adjusts himself, his tip nearing your cheek. "So, just kinda start with a kiss, maybe. One on the very edge, ah-" He lurches as you follow his instructions. "Yeah, just like that. Now, maybe try and put just a little in your mouth. And be sure to go slow, don't hurt your mouth or anything." Your mouth feels heavy as you take a bit of him between your lips. He has no distinct taste, but all you feel is the overwhelming heat and weight of him. You flatten your tongue to the underside of his cock, trying your best to avoid using teeth.
"Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Okay, uh, maybe just try sucking a bit, if you're, ugh- if you're ready." He grunts. You try taking him in a little deeper, before moaning suddenly and gagging. Pez had pulled your panties to the side, resulting in a soft kiss directly on your sex, a red hot feeling that completely shocks you.
"Ach-" you cough a big from having gagged, immediately pulling your mouth from Tyler's cock. "Agh, sorry, I-"
"Shit, you okay man? Did I push you too much?" Tyler asks, immediately putting his hands on your shoulders. "Just try swallowing a few times, focus on breathing."
"I think she's was just caught off guard by how good it felt to get her pussy kissed-" Pez laughs, making Tyler glare.
"Aw man, you meant to make her gag! That's not cool, she's learning."
Pez rolls his eyes. "Maybe we should just focus on letting her get through what I'm about to do then. If you're gonna be Mr. safety patrol, then just watch and jerk off."
"I can keep going-" You swallow, throat a bit harsh. "I promise i can give it another go. I want to make you feel good, Pez. Please." You feel like you're begging, but you're caught up in feeling 'even'.
"Not if you don't want to, man. I'm gonna play with my dick, let Pez kiss you. We can cuddle, that's good enough for me. Promise." Tyler moves so you're a bit more pressed to his chest, snuggling down.
Nodding, you lean back against him, and Tyler wraps one hand around his cock, and the other goes to Pez, threading his fingers in his hair.
"Fuck you touching me for, I don't need a guide." Pez says, glancing up.
"I don't trust you to not get to intense, especially after that, dude. You're a horndog." Tyler warns, and Pez rolls his eyes, but doesn't object any further. You shiver, as Tyler slowly guides Pez's lip to just over your clit. "Kiss it, dude."
The electric feeling of stimulation on your clit makes you jolt. "A-ah, Pez, that feels so weird."
"Good weird?" Tyler asks, as Pez continues. You nod fervently, and he smiles. "Yeah. Relax though, you're all tensed up. I've gotcha, I'm holding you." His own hand is lazily stroking his cock, wet slaps sounding from by his thighs. "I know I'm just beating it over you, but it still kinda romantic. I think." He rambles.
You're eyes are stuck on Pez, he's lapping like a man starved at your pussy, ocasionally pulling back to nip at the soft flesh of your thighs, when Tyler's hand allows. He swirls over your bud once, causing your leg to flinch, a fluttering bursting in your stomach.
"Ah- fuck- Pez, Ty, somethings happening, ah-" Tyler just kisses the back of your neck again. "I think I'm cumming."
Pez makes one last lewd slurp, tasting some of your wetness, before Tyler releases his grip and let's him back up. "Course you did, I'm a master with my mouth." He doesn't even give you time to recover before he's trying to get your mouth on his. "Cmon, baby, taste yourself on me, taste how sweet you were for me."
You kiss him, face hot and semi-grossed out but so tired and needy you just go with the flow. Pez's hand comes to grip your ass, then jolts as it brushes something hard. "Gross, keep your dick away from my hand, Ty." Pez snickers. "Maybe some other time I'll want something savory and we'll see."
Tyler barely glances at him, continuing to whimper as he gets closer to his peak. "My dick isn't near your hand, man, your hand is near my dick." He grunts. "I'm getting close, mmh, can I cum on you, man?"
"Fuck no-"
"Not you, MAN!" Tyler squawks, and you playfully push Pez off. He just holds his hands up in surrender and lays back to enjoy the show. "Obviously I meant you." Tyler says. He rubs his erection on your thigh, now half stroking and half humping to get him over the edge. "Please," He whispers. "Please, please, please, let me finish on you. It's gonna feel a bit weird but I'll clean you up after, get you all fresh-"
"It's okay." You mumble, squirming a bit, the wetness between your thighs still sticky. "I trust you, I-I do." He just smiles, bucking a few more times, just until his cock twitches. "Fuck!" A few thick ropes of cum land on your leg, and he pants as he leans back against the worn out couch, pressing your back to his chest.
"So fucking good. Was that good for you?" Tyler asks, and you nod.
"Nuh-uh. Words, baby." Pez chimes in, tilting his head as he leans in. "Come on. I wanna know we didn't overwhelm you during your first time?" The silence is heavy. His tone is light, but its obvious both boys are deeply concerned with your wellbeing after all that.
"It was good. Really good, I'm just worn out." You mumble, before boldly kissing Tyler's cheek. He smiles, using his clean hand to push your forehead to his lips. "Anytime, dude. You looked so fuckin' hot." The seriousness with which he says this makes you blush, only to hear a 'pbllllt' from next to you. Turning, you see Pez with his arms crossed.
"I'm the one who actually got down there and ate you like a three course meal, you gonna give me a kiss?" He only asks, half joking. Both of you snicker, and Tyler pushes you over, chest to chest with Pez. "Clean her up?" He asks.
"You got it." Pez slings his arm around your waist. "Cmon, baby. Let's get you all stripped and in the bath and then maybe I'll finally get to jerk it." He snickers, making you playfully smacking him as you wander into the bathroom, away from where Tyler is washing his hands and checking on the pastry. He goes to resch for his apron, and feels something in the pocket, a rough feeling.
When his hand emerges with a lilac pair of lace, he pales. "Shit," He quickly hides it inside a nearby pillowcase, sighing. "Gotta tell him to wash that stuff separately, shit..."
Y'all! The wonderful @halixius commissioned the fantastic @gothgarbageboy to draw my guys Tyler and Krobus and LOOK HOW INCREDIBLE THIS IS! Krobus is so darn cute, and Tyler just looks sooo them. THE LIL DRAWINGS ON THE BOOK??? Shut up. I love it so much, look at them, cannot will not get over them. Im eating this art rn. Delicious and beautiful and perfect so so so thankful. Eating.
I love it<3
If you're interested in Tyler and Krobus's adventures (and copious sibling drama) here's a link to their newly completed fic together. Slay.
Local squidkid fueled by overconfidence gives one of the worst answers known to society
Jesus Christ, Four. She is already having a bad enough time you don't have to murder her like that.
Based on one of my fav lines in the campaign:
This kid is getting a bit too comfortable with this secret world-saving agent thing. That ego went from zero to a hundred real frickin' fast for someone who doesn't even know who the Squid Sisters are.
