#tyler LOVES that slutty shirt on Josh

[joshler-trash21]

my little sister sent me this LFMAAAOAOAOOO she knows me too well

[localgoblin]

I stole this because I want to see my pals answers and also I’m bored as darn.

Nickname: Kitty is the newest one and it’s a fave now. Kat, Kate, KitKat (also a fave), and фüXгйюfîœ the death bringer.

Zodiac: Sun in Libra. Moon in Gemini. Rising is Leo.

Height: 5’9 aka 69 inches ;^)

House: Gryffindor, but I know jack SHIT about Harry Potter and intend to keep it that way.

Favorite Musicians: I’m just going to start listing in no order. Gorillaz, Rex Orange County, David Bowie, The Buttress, Mac Demarco, Cage The Elephant, Tame Impala, Tyler The Creator, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Jack Stauber, The Smiths, Biggie Smalls, Atlas, Watsky, Willie Nelson, etc etc etc etc.

Song stuck in your head: Sleeptalking by Kill Bill: The Rapper. Specifically the lyrics “Show them fuckers holy hell, Sake in the holy grail”.

Dream Trip: I mean this in the least weeaboo way possible please do not kick my ass, but I would love to visit Japan because I could get my hands on exclusive Japanese fashion, taste authentic food and explore what nature AND the city has to offer there.

Following: 150

Followers: 124

Do you get asks: Not often, but every now and again.

Amount of sleep: It varies! It usually depends on if I have work or responsibilities the next day! Or if I’m with Josh. I tend to lay in bed longer with him because it is comfy and nice.

Lucky numbers: 3, 7, 13, 333.

What are you wearing: a giant oversized shirt, thigh high socks and underwear. Peak goblin hours.

Dream Job: I would love to be an actress, but more realistically maybe a therapist of some sort? Dance therapy is really interesting to me.

Instrument: Ukulele because I’m a basic bitch and I know like 4 chords on my electric guitar that I neglect on the daily.

Languages: English and enough Russian to survive in the country for a few weeks, I need to sharpen back up on it.

Favorite songs: Right now I’m really feeling Shuggie by Foxygen. A few others I’m feeling right now would be Clay Pigeons by Michael Cera, Like or Like Like by Miniature Tigers, Whip a Tesla by Yung Gravy, and Cha Cha by Freddie Dread.

Random Fact: My license plate says Mothman and my car is covered in Mothman stickers.

Aesthetic: Depending on my mood I’m one of three things. Clothing wise:

1. Slutty dad who is stuck in the 80’s and just wants to jam out with only one button on his shirt clasped.

2. Goth gf who can and will snap each bone in your body using only her eyelashes. Harnesses, jewelry and black boots. Everything is coordinating, EVERYTHING. This bitch PEGS.

3. Soft ùwú baby ass motherfucker in some frills and pretty colors and shit, fluffy hairstyles and pouty lips. Absolutely just babey.

TAGGING YOU GUYS BC I REALLY WANNA SEE UR RESPONSES: @stomachkrampus @bodypotty @fuckthekingandhischicken @rottinggalaxy

[ohfrickfanfic]

Indecisive

Pairing: Josh x Tyler x Reader

Warnings: This is all kinds of filthy I’m not even sorry: spitting, degradation, bondage, squirting, overstimulation ,choking.

Vessel era, natural hair Josh.

“Great job boys!” You say smacking both of them on the ass after they wrap the video shoot for Guns For Hands. Josh and Tyler shoot each other a look biting their lips. The boys are some of the best friends you’ve ever had but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t also incredibly sexually attracted to them as well, you love watching how riled up the get when you flirt and tease them endlessly; you make quite the habit of it. The plan is to go get Taco Bell now that the shoots over so you help the boys load their things into the van and take seat in back; Josh in the drivers seat and Tyler in the passengers.

“So like how did you guys get all that tape off of your face without loosing an eyebrow?” You joke, leaning forward into the front of the van with your forearms resting on the back of Josh and Tyler’s seats.

“It’s not real tape.” Josh answers. “It’s like this special tape that only sticks to itself and won’t stick to skin or hair.”

“Oh you mean bondage tape.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to gauge their reaction.

“How do you know what bondage tape is?” Tyler says cocking an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You breath into his ear, quickly tonguing his lobe.

“That’s it! Josh exclaims, aggressively puling a U-turn; a symphony of honks and tire screeching echo through the air.

"Josh! What the fuck was that for, you trying to get us killed? Where are we going?” You asked confused.

“That’s enough questions outta that mouth! Josh says sternly. "Now you answer me this, who’s it gonna be, Me or Tyler?

"Josh what are you talking about? You ask in bewilderment, looking to Tyler for some sort of clarification.

"Don’t play fucking dumb with me!” Josh snarls, reaching blinding into the back seat while driving grabbing you by your wrists. “It’s blatantly obvious you have a thing for me and Tyler and since you can’t be a greedy little slut and date both of us, who’s it gonna be?” He barks handing your wrists off to Tyler.

“I -I dont k-know, it’s not that easy.” You stutter taken aback by Josh’s language and Tyler’s tight grasp on your wrists , you’ve never heard Josh talk like that before. “Can I have my wrists ba–?”

“Well since you don’t know, me and Tyler are gonna teach you a little lesson in decision making. Isn’t that right Tyler?”  Josh says, cutting you off.

Tyler nods silently a sly look spreading across his face as he squeezes your wrists tightly in one hand while opening the glove compartment, pulling out a spare roll of blue bondage tape. He climbs into the back seat with you tugging your wrists behind your back. He rips the plastic covering with his teeth then wraps the tape several times around your wrists, the tape feels cool against your flushed skin.

“T-tyler? J-josh? What, what the fucking is going on? And where are we going?” You ask utterly confused but immensely turned on; wetness already pooling between your thigh; you’ve never seen this side of the boys but you’re loving it.

“Tyler will you shut her up!” Josh demands, his foot getting heavier on the gas pedal.

“I’m on it!” Tyler smirks at you, stretching the tape over your mouth, around the back of your head and back over your mouth again to secure it. “There that should keep you quiet, you indecisive little slut.” Tyler spits at you his warm saliva sliding down your chest between your cleavage, causing you to moan against the tape.

“If you must know we’re going to your house, ‘cause you live alone, can’t have all our family hearing you fucking screaming our names now can we.” Josh finally answers your question peering back at you in the review mirror, his words and glare making your grow even wetter. Josh drives recklessly until they pull into your driveway, he slams the driver side door and comes around to the side, sliding open the side door. Josh looks around making sure none of your neighbors are around and then gives the all clear  waving you both out of the van. Tyler exits first, roughly assisting you in getting out; your hands still tapped behind your back.

“Keys?” Josh barks holding out his hand, you motion to your purse. Tyler retrieves it, digging through it until he finds your keys and throws them to Josh. Josh unlocks your door, Tyler following behind shoving you up the front stairs as you go. Josh yanks you from Tyler’s grasp taking over pushing up the stairs towards your bedroom, by your bound wrists. Once inside the bedroom Josh turns you around throws you down on the bed, and pulls of his red shirt, your eyes immediately tracing over his deep V lines as your body bounces  against the impact of hitting the bed, not being able to stop yourself with your hands. Tyler climbs onto the bed occupying the space  up by your head, sitting you up and undoing the tape around your wrists. The boys quickly strip you of your clothing, leaving you completely nude before them, and aching with desire in the pit of your stomach. You rub at the indentations on your writs just as Tyler snatches them up again pinning one by each side of your head.  Josh grabs your ankles; one in each hand and forces them back meeting your writs. “Tape!” He orders Tyler, who then secures each of them to your wrist, as Josh lowers his head placing  long, slow licks through your slick folds, your wetness stringing from his tongue between licks, your needy moans muffled by the tape. “Take the tape off her mouth Ty, I wanna hear those slutty little moans.” Tyler does as he’s told unwrapping the tape from around your head and mouth, a series of moans, expletives  and heavy breathing escaping your mouth, as Josh continues to lap at your wetness. “Mmmmm so fucking sloppy and we’ve barely even got started.” He breathes, his mouth still mere centimeters  from your core. “Ty come get in on some of this action.”

Tyler comes around joining Josh kneeling at the foot of the bed in front of your widely spread and restrained legs, gliding two fingers through your folds, coating them in your wetness before pushing them into you. He doesn’t waste anytime immediately curling them in you unabatingly.

“Ty…Tyler …Oh..m-my…Fu-FUCK!” You practically scream, your body rocking and teetering due to the extreme positioning  of the restraints, as the pleasure of Tyler’s fingers fill your senses. As if that wasn’t enough, Josh begins rapidly rubbing your clit with the pads of his fingers. “OHHH… Fuck …you two…Mmmm….mmmm….mmm…mm” You whine as the boys continue to work their talented fingers.

“Mmmm you like the both of us playing with your pussy like this, you little slut?” Josh asks, but your body is wracked speechless by pleasure unable to answer coherently.

“Answer him! Whore!” Tyler spits, roughly pumping his fingers into you at a new angle, his saliva once again hitting you in the chest.

“Fuck, I’m gonna –” Your words cut of by your forceful orgasm, a translucent stream, squirting form your core, splashing the boys.

“OH Fuck, Ty, we got ourselves a squirter here… Mmmm let’s see that again.” Josh smirks as the two continue to work your sensitive core.

“Jo–,Ty–, Fuck…too much, too much, st–!” You cry out overworked, as you squirt for the second time, the boys lowering their mouths to taste it this time, there tongues brushing against each others in the process, making you cum even harder.

“Alright you wanna fuck her first or should I ?” Josh asks Tyler, your wetness still clinging to his facial hair.

“After you.” Tyler motions grandly, with  a smirk.

Josh kneels in front you pulling himself from his black shorts and wasting no time entering your easily accessible  core; you muscles starting to fatigue from the position. Josh holds on to your bound legs using them for leverage as he pounds into you making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Tyler pulls off his blue tiger shirt and undoes his pants, beginning to stroke himself as he watches. With one last hard thrust Josh groans loudly filling you up. He pulls out quickly, Tyler hastily entering you just moments later; Josh’s cum seeping out from around Tyler’s length, producing an audible sloshing sound with every thrust. Josh gets dressed as Tyler continues to fuck you. Once dressed Josh sits on you straddling your chest, wrapping both hands firmly around your throat. “Fucking cum, slut” He orders spitting into your open moaning mouth, making you cum instantly, followed shortly by Tyler. Your body quakes in pleasure as you come down from your orgasm as Tyler gets dressed.

“Cut her free Ty.” Josh demands. Tyler pulls a pocket knife from his jeans carefully wedging it under the tape cutting you free, your tired legs falling to the bed.

“So…?” Josh asks. “Who’s it gonna be?”

“Mmmm that didn’t make my decision any easier. You tease as you run your fingers through your cum filled folds bringing them to your mouth, tauntingly licking them clean.