sweeterthancandy

[sweeterthancandy]

oh… now dont let me get my hands on this i WILL do it.

josh dun hockey au WHEN!??

[sweeterthancandy]

working on a stanford!sam x cheerleader!reader fic rn mmmmm big nerd.. 😋

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god im so slow at writing im so sorry yall please be patient with me 😭 ive been so busy genuinely pray for me

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OMG YES RHATS AO CANON I SEE UT I GET WHAT YOU MEAN

ok there’s a video of tyler twisting jenna’s hair around his fingers and it just has me thinking about him making like a makeshift ponytail while you’re sucking him off🤔 just something i wanted to say, you can write about it if you want!!!

omg you need to send the video right now????????? for science purposes!! im gonna incorporate this into this other as about tyler LOOK OUT ITS GONNA BE OUT SOON 💙💙💙

[sweeterthancandy]

hi! i wanna start by saying I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write some nsfw hc for tyler (tøp) regarding oral sex (whether giving or receiving) thanks!!

you suck

warnings: baby drabble, oral giving + recieving, hair pulling, cum eating, kissing after???

nsfw below the cut 🦕

giving:

hes such a giver, like hed get off when you get off ykwim, hed be so gentle but harsh with how desperate he is to eat your pussy, hed be drowning himself but he just cant stop.

“tyler please please, so good-“ youd whimper out softly, your noises make him moan into you sending a sharp vibration through your cunt. you were flowing onto his tongue like a fountain and he loved it.

hed love when it all becomes too much and your fingers lace through his scalp grasping at strands of hair and using him like a pawn as you pull and tug.

he would not be scared to lick you clean, he much rather him suck and lick you until youre all dry and shaking than wipe you down with a towel, he thinks its a waste honestly

recieving:

he puts your comfort first always, letting you choose where you wanna be, where you want him to be, how deep, hes gentle.

“c’mere baby let me help, shh thats better yeah?” hed talk so soft in that tone you fucking love, all the while hes gathering all your hair into his big hands to twist into a little ponytail!! you notice how the more desperate he gets the more hes using the ponytail as a joystick of sorts.

“shit so pretty-fuck-thank youuu” hed whine as he yanks you by your hair up to his tip and pushing down to get a little more, not too much but just enough.

he wouldnt be the type to be grossed out by his own cum hed always kiss you after, he doesnt want you to feel used hes always romantic. he likes that your sharing what spilled all over your lips with his.

also if you really wanna make him see stars wait till hes really close, pull yourself off of him and instead jerk him off while looking him dead in the eyes, maybe even put your tongue out… he will go insane.

[sweeterthancandy]

ok there’s a video of tyler twisting jenna’s hair around his fingers and it just has me thinking about him making like a makeshift ponytail while you’re sucking him off🤔 just something i wanted to say, you can write about it if you want!!!

omg you need to send the video right now????????? for science purposes!! im gonna incorporate this into this other as about tyler LOOK OUT ITS GONNA BE OUT SOON 💙💙💙

[sweeterthancandy]

pls can i request calum smut in their tour bus & like being caught or heard by his friends..?🤭😩

awkward…

warnings: obvi getting caught, lowk humiliating for you, sweet sex, flustered cal, just dumb boy stuff

nsfw below the cut!! 🍰

you and calum had been sneaking around for awhile now, in a dark corner backstage, secret dates around a coffe shop, sleepovers in his hotel room, and hanging out in his tour bus.

the boys were suspicious but never certain, until this very day.

it was late, all of them had left for the bar long ago while calum faked a “serious cough” which of course involved you showing up to the bus that had been parked in an empty lot.

youd cuddled up to him in the lounge that the bus had hidden behind closed doors while you talked about meaningless things, moments before his horny teenage brain rambled out in action, which left you here, beneath him on the couch as he felt you up kissing down your throat.

“is this ok.. yeah? good lets get these off” he muttered aa he came up to yank your panties down your leg from underneath your simple denim skirt. your hair played lovely against the leather seats as you reached for anything to ground yourself, whimpering a touch at the sight of him infront of you, “please..”

this boosted his ego and now hes getting cocky, “yeah you want it? ‘course you do look at you” he smiles as he pushes your knees apart to fit in between them as he struggled to undo his belt awkwardly making you giggle, breaking the facade.

“slow down baby, you got it” your thumb stroked over his hand in a comforting way, “shit dont talk to me like that-“ he muttered flustered when he finally got it hi constricting jeans off, unzipping quickly to release his bulge. your eyes widened as he dipped his hand into his boxers pulling himself out with a soft whine as he pumped himself a few times before eventually lining himself up with your entrance, looking up at him with big eyes as he pushes in.

feeling everything in an instant, your hand jumps to his forearm needing to hold onto anything “dont move yet-“ you whimper out. he waits until you give permission to start thrusting slowly making sure you feel every inch of him. “yeahhh… feel that?” he groans out as he nips at your earlobe.

“so good-faster please cal” you beg and he delivers, coming up to grab at your knees and ram himself into you quicker and deeper. this earned a guttural moan as you arched yourself off the faux leather. “fuck yes harderr” your broken whine cut of by a loud groan coming from his mouth.

a sliding noise coming from a few feet beside you, “calum are yo-oh my GOD” when suddenly all movement stops as you both whipped your head to the door, there stood luke, michael and ashton. “oh my god-get out get out get out-“ he spoke rushed and truly terrified.

their faces held a shocked expression, calums hand went to zip his pants back up as they scurried away slamming the door. “im so sorry oh my god-“ he yanked you panties up your legs roughly pushing you to sit up and throwing a blanket over you.

“stay here fuck-“ he spit through his teeth, hes so pissed. he slammed the door when he walks out making them flinch at the sight of him “guys-its not-“ laughter. theyre fucking laughing.

“dude you were so fucking loud..” michael spoke up as they continued to fall over in laughter, “bro no i wasnt im sick i swear-i- fuck whatever” he sat down on the couch, ash falling down next to him as the laughter died down.

“harder calum fuck!!” he imitated your moan directly inti his ear squeezing his imaginative boobs making them all laugh again of course.

you definitely heard that one.

i hope i gave you the humiliation you wanted bae 🫡

[sweeterthancandy]

changed my life

hi! could you do a dad!calum fic .. i’m so soft for dad!sos 🥹 your dad luke fic was so adorable!

LOVER OF MINE

UGH YES!!! here’s ur super sweet calum dad stuff :) i love him soooooo fucking much!!!!! no warnings,, jusy some kissing at the end but overall just tooth-rotting fluff <3

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you hadn’t been outside all day—too tired, too touched out, too covered in burp cloths and mystery stains to even think about sunlight. but around five p.m., calum had peeked into the room with your baby on his hip and a hopeful smile on his face.

“what if we got ice cream?” he asked. “family outing style. tiny spoons. stroller wheels squeaking. our daughter accidentally throwing a napkin at a stranger.”

you blinked at him from the couch, one sock on, hair half-clipped, and blinked again. “…right now?”

“c’mon,” he beamed. “we’re hot. she’s sticky. the sky’s pink. it’s basically illegal to stay inside.”

and just like that, twenty minutes later, you were pushing the stroller down a golden-hour sidewalk, the breeze warm and soft, calum at your side with a tiny scoop of vanilla already melting in his hand. his hair was pulled back with in a cap, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt, and he was trying very hard not to act like this was his favorite moment of the entire year.

“look at her,” he whispered, crouching beside the stroller to show her the spoon. “c’mon, baby. it’s like a cloud that tastes like cartoons.”

you laughed. “what does that even mean?”

“you’ll see.” he scooped a tiny bit, held it up dramatically, and your daughter blinked, leaned forward, and took it straight off the spoon with her entire face.

“…okay,” calum whispered reverently, holding the spoon to his chest. “she’s a genius.”

“she’s gonna be sticky for the next three hours.”

“worth it.”

after a few more bites (half of which she dropped into the front of her onesie), you all sat on the curb of the sidewalk, watching the traffic and passing around your milkshake while calum tried to teach her to clap.

“no pressure,” he whispered dramatically, “but if you learn to clap before the next show, you can be our official hype girl.”

“babe,” you muttered, “she’s nine months old.”

“and clearly a prodigy.”

you leaned into his shoulder, watching him babble at your daughter, his voice all high-pitched and goofy, his face just so soft. calum had always had a warm heart, but fatherhood made him glow. his hands were steady now, even when she was fussy. his voice never raised. he’d learned to sway even without music—had the instinctive rhythm of a dad who’d rocked her through late nights, diaper blowouts, and all those please don’t cry please don’t cry moments.

you reached over and gently touched his knee. “you’re a good dad, cal.”

he looked up, blinked once, and his whole face shifted. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he bumped his shoulder into yours. “you’re a good mom. and a hot mom, too. like—so hot it’s unfair to the other moms.”

“careful,” you warned, grinning. “you’re really close to saying something that’ll make you regret feeding her sugar.”

he smirked. “worth it.”

by the time you got home, the baby had already started rubbing her eyes, face flushed from the excitement, the sun, and possibly the new pigeon friend she made at the park bench.

“i got this,” calum said, unbuckling her from the stroller. “you go relax.”

“you say that now,” you snorted. “but she’s going to scream when you put her down.”

“so will i,” he shrugged, already carrying her into the nursery.

you curled up on the couch, half-watching the end of a cooking show, until calum returned twenty minutes later looking slightly flushed and very proud of himself.

“asleep?”

“like a light.”

“did she fight?”

“not even a little.” he flopped down beside you. “i sang her that dumb little song you made up about socks.”

you laughed into your hands. “it slaps, admit it.”

“it weirdly does,” he grinned, then leaned in close, his hand resting on your thigh. “and now that our daughter is clean and cozy and dreaming about pigeons…”

you raised an eyebrow. “oh no.”

“what?”

“no.”

he feigned offense. “you don’t even know what i was gonna say.”

“calum,” you said flatly, “your hand is halfway up my thigh.”

“maybe i just missed you.”

“you had your tongue in a waffle cone thirty minutes ago.”

“exactly,” he said, dragging his fingers gently over your knee. “got me in the mood for dessert.”

“gross.”

he laughed, fully laughing now, teeth and everything, head dropping onto your shoulder like he couldn’t believe how hard you were roasting him. you kissed his temple anyway.

“you’re disgusting.”

“i’m trying to seduce you, actually,” he said, looking up with puppy eyes. “you’re just immune now.”

you rolled your eyes and leaned back, letting him curl around you like a sleepy, clingy golden retriever.

“you can seduce me after you do the dishes.”

he groaned dramatically. “this is so unfair. i became a dad and lost all my power.”

“you were never that powerful.”

he opened his mouth to argue—and then shut it, grinning as he pulled you in closer, mumbling into your collarbone, “still think you’ll cave by morning.”

calum continued to pout into your collarbone, long, big arms wrapped tight around your waist like he was trying to be annoying.

“just one kiss,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. “not even a sexy kiss. like… medium sexy. on a scale of one to tongue.”

you rolled your eyes. “calum.”

“okay fine,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw, “just… lips. old school. pg-rated.”

you smiled despite yourself, turning your face to his, and finally—finally—you kissed him.

slow at first, your mouth warm against his. he hummed softly, like he’d been waiting all day for that moment. his hand slid up your back, fingers gently curling at the base of your neck, holding you there, letting it linger. you tilted your chin slightly, deepening it just a little, and he melted into it, kissing you like he had nowhere else to be, nothing else in the world but you and this couch and—

waaaAAAAHHHHH.

the sound shattered the silence like a cymbal crash.

you froze mid-kiss, noses touching.

he groaned softly into your mouth. “noooo…”

you pulled away, forehead pressed to his. “she’s awake.”

“she sensed it,” he said, flopping back dramatically. “we got too cocky.”

you laughed, already standing. “your fault.”

“how?!”

“you tempted the universe with tongue.”

he sat up, rubbing his eyes. “i don’t even get tongue, and i still gotta go soothe her.”

“dad life, baby.”

he stood, sighing. “i was gonna carry you to the bedroom and everything. now i gotta carry her.”

you turned back to grin at him. “well, she is cuter.”

calum narrowed his eyes. “debatable.”

but he was already disappearing into the hallway, voice soft and low as he picked her up again. you heard him whisper, “alright, alright, it’s okay, princess… daddy almost got lucky,” followed by a baby hiccup and another dramatic sigh.

you smiled to yourself and sank back onto the couch, heart full, lips still tingling, knowing one thing for sure:

you wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

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wow. josh dun come in me wait i mean come to me lol

E.T

i love josh dun! so much! and so does @sweeterthancandy this is for my baby! this is like my first josh smut, so pls bare with me. basically, he fucks you backstage with his mask on. it’s pretty fast paced i don’t know how to start or end things…. warnings: kissing, missionary, josh is vv desperate!!! bordering on pathetic!!!!! also risk of getting caught, k bai !!!

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backstage was chaos, as usual.

cords trailed across the floor like veins, amps buzzed with static, crew members shouted in hurried bursts of instructions that josh wasn’t really listening to. he was sitting on a couch in the corner, bouncing one leg, drumsticks in one hand, a half-empty water bottle in the other. he had his show pants on—black, worn in, streaked with hints of paint and dirt from cities past—but his shirt was off, and his hair was a mess from nervous hands running through it every five seconds.

you stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him silently.

he hadn’t noticed you yet. not with the way he was zoned out, staring at the wall, muttering something under his breath—probably counting out a rhythm. your eyes dropped to the balaclava on the table beside him: bright green, weirdly soft, and shaped like a little alien face. the kind of thing no normal person could pull off.

but josh made it look kind of… hot. stupid. stupid hot.

you walked over, quiet as you could manage, and slipped up behind him. then you draped yourself over his back, your chin pressing against the top of his shoulder.

“you look like you’re about to combust.”

he flinched. “jesus—don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“then don’t leave your stupid alien hat lying around. i got curious.”

he relaxed into your touch immediately, your arms sliding around his waist. his hand came to rest over yours instinctively, fingers drumming an uneven rhythm on your knuckles.

“nervous?” you asked softly, brushing your lips just under his jaw.

��maybe a little.” his voice cracked slightly with honesty. “but, like, the good kind. the kind that makes me feel … alive.”

you smiled and nuzzled your nose against his temple. “you wanna feel more alive?”

“depends,” he smirked, “are you gonna slap me or kiss me?”

you reached over and grabbed the alien balaclava, letting it dangle between two fingers. “i’m gonna help you put this stupid thing on.”

“you think it’s stupid?” he said with mock offense. “this is the heart of the show. i’m the heart of the show.”

you giggled. “you’re the heart of my life, but yeah, you look like a martian every time you wear this.”

“a hot martian?”

“i’m not answering that.”

you stepped in front of him and knelt a little, holding the balaclava open. he leaned down with an exaggerated groan, and you tugged it over his head slowly, gently adjusting it around his ears, smoothing the fabric at the neck.

“how do i look?”

“like someone i’d make out with behind a gas station.”

he laughed, loud and sudden. “what the hell kind of fantasy is that?”

you tapped the middle of his masked forehead. “a weird one. very specific. very green.”

he tilted his head, voice a little muffled now. “so… you would make out with me in this.”

“depends how sweaty you are after the show.”

“you always say that,” he whined, dragging his hands down your sides. “but you still do.”

you rolled your eyes and pulled him toward you by his belt loop, brushing a kiss across the fabric near his mouth. “only because you’re cute.”

he sighed dramatically. “you think i’m cute, and you put my stupid hat on for me. i should marry you or something.”

“no big deal,” you smiled. “can i?” you asked softly, fingertips already curling the hem of it upward.

he didn’t answer—just nodded once, eyes dark and wide, pupils blown in anticipation. you lifted the mask slowly, revealing only the soft curve of his mouth, flushed and waiting.

you leaned in, pressing your lips to his with slow, warm pressure, your nose bumping gently against the fabric. he kissed back instantly, hungry and a little desperate, like this one moment with you might have to last him the entire night.

your hands curled around the sides of his neck, and he let out the softest sound when you tilted your head and deepened it, your mouth coaxing his open, the kiss growing hot and messy in a way that made your stomach flip.

you pulled back just barely, your breath still brushing his lips. “for luck,” you whispered.

he licked his lips, dazed. “gonna need another one.”

you didn’t mean to stay so close for so long.

but he tasted like mint gum and nerves, and when your lips met again—still half-covered by that ridiculous alien mask—it was like neither of you wanted to come up for air. the world outside the green fabric dimmed, the sound of the crowd fading into a soft, distant hum, like the only thing real was this: the way his mouth moved against yours.

his hands found your waist, pulling you in gently, his grip careful but needy. not rushed. not greedy. just close. closer.

you tilted your chin, nudging his nose with yours, deepening the kiss in slow motion. his lips were so soft and warm, and he kissed like he meant it—like this wasn’t just pre-show jitters, but a quiet place to rest his heart for a minute.

“mmm,” he breathed against your mouth, one hand brushing along your lower back. “this mask is stupid.”

you smiled, noses touching. “you look hot in it.”

“i feel like a sweaty jalapeño.”

you laughed, brushing your fingers under the hem of the mask again, just enough to see the curve of his smile. “a hot jalapeño.”

he grinned, kissing you once more—then again, slower. his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, unhurried and soft, and you felt your knees dip slightly, heart thudding.

the moment stretched.

he kissed you again, hands splayed across your back, warm and steady, like he had nowhere to be—like the drums could wait, the crowd could wait, the whole world could wait.

but eventually, he broke the kiss with a quiet sigh, resting his forehead against yours. still masked. still holding you.

“how long do we have?” he asked, voice a little breathless.

you glanced at your phone over his shoulder. “fourteen minutes.”

“hmm.” he dipped his head, kissed your cheek, then your jaw. “plenty of time for, like… four more of those.”

“maybe five,” you whispered, already leaning in again.

and he kissed you like he agreed.

and that’s where you found yourselves here.

josh’s mouth met your neck, hot and insistent as he bit and sucked at your skin. his pants were discarded somewhere, as well as your pants and panties. his hands guided your legs around his waist, his grip holding you still as he lined himself up against your entrance. slowly, unbearably slowly, he pushed inside.

"oh, fuck,” he moaned.

“josh,” you whimpered as he bottomed out, lips parting to get more noises out but nothing would come. there was fire between the two of you, the risk of being caught hung heavy in the air but instead of scaring you—scarily enough, it turned you both on. “baby, fuck..”

"oh, god."

josh’s head fell against your shoulder, his grip on your hips tightening as he tried to compose himself. the way you moaned, the pet name, the way you tightened around him... he had to take a few deep breaths to snap himself out of the haze he was in.

“yeah, feel…. so good,” he murmured, his hips shifting forward on the own accord, driving himself deeper. his grip on your hips shifted, his hands sliding up to your ass to get a better grip as he rolled his hips forward against you. “you’re so t-tight, pretty baby," he moaned, his body shuddering with pleasure.

you whined, at both his words and the sensation of him filling you up. you tried to pull the mask over his head entirely—which was met with him gently taking your wrist in his hand, settling your hand over your own stomach, a clear no on that one.

to add to that, your whining made him giddy. god, it was one of his favourite sounds in the world. he loved getting under your skin. he loved driving you crazy. he loved making you squirm. when you gasped, his hips involuntarily rolled forward, grinding into you. his fingers flexed against your sides, nails digging into your skin. when you whined about needing him “faster,” josh’s smugness was replaced with a guttural groan. his fingers squeezed almost roughly at your sides as he started to pull out, before he slammed back inside.

hard.

"yeah, like that?" he was barely in touch with the words coming out of his mouth, his body moving on autopilot. nothing mattered but the need to make you feel good. josh let out a satisfied moan as he felt the way your body responded to him; legs shaking, your moans becoming more intense, your nails digging into his back. it was all music to his ears, and it only drove him. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as possible while he pumped his hips relentlessly.

"you love it, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "you love it when m’like this, yeah?"

you nodded, too fucked out to even think. his breath caught at the sudden tightening of your pussy around him, moaning loudly, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

"oh fuck, sweet—heart,” he panted, the roughness of his beard scraping your neck. "you’re so close, god, i van feel it..."

“m’gonna cum, gonna cum,” you repeated over and over again, like a mantra, nails digging so deep into his back that it was a miracle you didn’t draw blood. the moment your words hit his ears, josh’s grip on you tightened even more, his hips slamming into yours with a desperation that bordered on pathetic. he could feel your walls contracting around him, could hear your moans right next to his ear, and it drove him completely wild.

"god, yeah, that's it, just like that—" his own words were interrupted by a guttural moan as his pace started to falter, his own release on the brink. "don’t stop, don't... oh, fuck.."

then with a stifled moan, he buried himself deep inside you one final time, his hips stilling as he came hard, along with you. his hands gripped you tight, his fingers digging into your flesh as he moaned your name over and over again.

after a moment, his grip began to loosen, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on yours in a daze, underneath the mask.

"you’re... god, you're amazing,” he murmured.

[sweeterthancandy]

i wish to give off the energy that grimes gave in the need to know music video🍰

[sweeterthancandy]

hey, hope ur doing alright!! could you maybe do the headcanons thing like you did with michael and ashton but with luke, please???

i just posted this!!! go check it out 💕

here

[sweeterthancandy]

hi!!! could you do something like the bf hcs with p!links you did with michael and tyler? but with luke? hehehe this would make my day thank uuuu!!!😋❤️

DUHHHHHH im so sorry this took so long :((((

luke hemmings hcs nsfw + p!links🐇

- if hes one thing he is an EATER first, genuinely is a fiend for pussy (def the biggest munch out of all the boys) he finds it soooo romantic and like soothing to do with you.

any special occasion thats his gift to you, hes a god at it too. “m’luke-s’too much too much” and all hed do is just push himself further into you with a breathy moan.

- genuinely soooo dumb and would be down anytime you want him, hed just be sitting there playing on his phone as you play with his hair and touch him all over. hes oblivious.

“mmbaby- wanna fuck” youd mumble into his jaw as you leave a sloppy kiss, “what? oh my god-yes please!”hed jump up at the oppurtunity

- def has a big dick, probably around 8 inches and pretty thick, definitely a challenge to take but it just hurts so good. hes 6’4 what do you expect…

“luke so big fuck” youd moan out as he pushes himself slowly inside making you feel the stretch, “yeah?” is all hed be aboe to say mouth watering with ego boost.

- his favourite position would beeee riding, hes so fucking lazy hed beg you to just ride him into the bed. youd be sitting on his lap rolling your hips onto his belt just teasing him into nothing “god put me out of my misery” hed mutter as a plea for you to let him have it. “yeah yeah youll get me just shhh be patient” and quickly after this you had your shirt rolled above your tits as you bounced on his cock just needing the release.

“so fast fuck im not gonna last stop-“ hed get worried of how fast he cums when youre like this, hopping on him like a little bunny… “jus’ fucking cum in me-mmmnot gon’stop”

yeah hes done.

p!links ahead!! click at your own risk

hes so needy

soooo 2016 luke

def fucks into you

big big big

he cant help himself

i hope i did it justice 🫡

[sweeterthancandy]

preach

If you saw Sam Winchester as a Dom, I refuse to believe you understood his character.

I feel like a man who always has to be the strategist and the one in control of plans would like to lose himself a little, yes still have a grasp on control, but I would still think he’d want to be taken care of.

[sweeterthancandy]

PLEASEEEEE I NEED IT SO BADLY

WET DREAMZ

pathetic sammy wet dream boo. surprise! warnings: doggy, praise from sam, size kink, finger stuff, idk fluff at the end. i love him. also tjis is straight up porn. this is a surprise for @sweeterthancandy i love you !!

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after a long day of smoke-thick motels, coffee that tasted like burnt air, and another grave dug somewhere off the highway, sam winchester didn’t know how he found himself here.

“you’re—fuck, being too loud, baby,” he murmured, voice soft against your ear. even with your face muffled in the pillow, the sounds you were making were way too loud for him to brush off as just him taking care of a hangover. if the people outside the motel paid enough attention, they would know exactly what was happening in here. “gotta… gotta keep it down a little.”

“m—m’trying,” you slurred into the pillow again, clamping your teeth into the fabric of the pillow, trying to bite back a soft cry at the sensation of him sitting idle inside you. he was stretching you out, due to his big size of 8 inches, and for a girl who was shorter than 6’4 and wasn’t 200 pounds of pure muscle? that was a lot to take.

sam’s hand came down to gently trace the arch of your back, pushing you further into the mattress for a better angle. “s’gotta be really... really hard for you,” he was blabbering now, still rocking into you. he was trying desperately not to let out any sounds of his own, which was very difficult when you were being so, good for him. “doing so... so good, baby.” he reminded.

slowly, his fingers that were curled around your hips tightened to an almost bruising grip, and he pushed himself—all eight inches inside. the sensation had you seeing stars, a loud gasp leaving your throat, eyes squeezing shut.

one of sam’s big hands quickly came to cover your mouth, desperate to keep you quiet now. his hips leaned back then thrusted forward, burying himself completely inside you as a soft, strained gasp left him. his fingers pressed against your lips, trying to contain the sounds that you tried to let out. “you... you’re gonna wake up the whole—fuck.” sam’s fingers pressed down more firmly, keeping you silent as he continued to move inside your tight heat.

“you gotta be... be so quiet,” he slurred, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clenching around him. he started to speed up, just barely, still trying to keep you from being completely loud. you gasped as he sped up, biting his finger gently to keep yourself quiet—a sharp whine leaving him at the sensation.

“such a … fuck.. a good girl,” sam whispered, his fingers loosening a bit as your whimpers got higher. his hands moved to grab your ass, holding you to him as he began to thrust harder into you. his voice was becoming more strained. “takin’ it so well, yeah, that’s right, that’s—“

sam woke with a sharp hiss at the sound of your voice, startled out of an uneasy sleep that clung to him like sweat. his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and squinting against the dim motel light, and when he realized where he was—and that you were standing right there—he groaned softly and turned his face away, suddenly very invested in the peeling wallpaper beside the bed.

his fingers moved automatically to his chin, brushing over the tacky warmth that confirmed his embarrassment. a thin trail of drool. perfect.

“ugh, god,” he muttered, swiping it off quickly with the sleeve of his flannel. “i—I wasn’t even that tired.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “you were snoring.”

“was not,” he mumbled, still avoiding your eyes.

“you drooled, sam.”

“yeah, okay, i might’ve drooled,” he admitted, cheeks already starting to turn a light, bashful pink. “don’t act like it’s a crime.”

“it’s not,” you teased, fighting a grin. “it’s just gross. and weirdly… vulnerable of you.”

“glad to know my most humiliating moment brings you joy.”

he finally risked a glance at you, only to find you staring with that irritating mix of amusement and affection that made him want to both roll his eyes and hide under the covers.

“you were mumbling in your sleep, too,” you added. “sounded like a mix between an insane injury and a porno.”

sam groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “please stop talking.”

“what were you dreaming about?”

“you. shutting up,” he deadpanned.

you’d never know.

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not an ask or anything but thought you’d want to see this(you probably already have😔)(it’s tyler joseph i swear it’s anything weird)

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por favor

warnings: blurb!! hispanic!reader + use of spanish, porn no plot, needy tyler, fingering, kinda sorta cum eating at the end if you squint…

wc: 488 - nsfw content ahead!!🎞️

you and tyler sat at the top of the bed in silence as your favourite movie played quietly through your dim room. you lay next to him, limbs thrown over his as his large hand plays at your waistband.

you were immersed in the scene, but him, well he was thinking otherwise.

his fingers began to tease, slipping underneath the band of your panties as he left a trail or kisses up the side of your jaw, “jeez baby what’re you doing” you giggle at his neediness not thinking anything of it, placing your hand firmly on the back of his neck

“i really, really wanna feel this pretty pussy, you want that? tell me you need this” he whispers faintly into your ear, you could hear the lust dripping off his teeth. “mmmwanna watch the movie…” you whine as you push his hand down further and spread your legs just a little wider.

he knew what game you were playing at.

“watch the movie doll let me take care of ya’… yeah?” his finger slips right between you and the cloth, teasing through your slit as he finds his way, gathering your wetness to bring to your clit. you find yourself drifting from the screen and he rubs quicker circles into you, the pleasure flowing causing your eyes to leave the screen to find him. “eyes on the screen baby, just getting to the good part” he holds your jaw in a sweet but obedient manner forcing your eyes on the stupid movie youd picked long before this moment.

being in. this position alone is getting you close, just being utterly out if it as he rubs you out of pure selfishness, “fuck hear that-“ he refers to the obscene noises of cum leaving your pussy as his fingers slip down to finger you at an alarming pace, making your juices leak around his fingers.

“shi-no te pares por favor papi” you moan loud enough for the neighbours to hear as he slams his two fingers into you at just the right spot.

over and over and over and-

“ahhh fuck yeah look at that fucking mess-“ he spoke with pure joy on his tongue as you cum around his fingers, eyes rolling back as an endless flow of you leaks around him leaving a wet spot all over your bottoms. youve completely lost yourself in the sensation just muttering anything under your breath, gasping for anything to enter your lungs, “fòllame, lo necesito, por favor-por favor-“ the grip you held on his neck as you arched your back off of him was killer.

“shhhh, did so good” he kisses you deeply as you come down from your high “i needed it so bad” he whined on your lips bringing his fingers up to lick clean.

as he lifted you to the bathroom, bridal style, to get you cleaned up he chuckled out “so how was the movie?”

mega short and sweet little blurb i hope you loveeeee it 💋