the woods (tyler joseph x reader x josh dun)
Title
the woods
Fandom
|-\ twenty one pilots
Rating
Explicit (18+) minors DNI
Pairing(s)
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.